Listen to the quiet, to the symphony of a happy life. Let the love sink in.

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Listen to the quiet, to the symphony of a happy life. Let the love sink in.
Your face is bright all steeped in sunshine, more beautiful than the water singing as it runs on a great day.
Wanderlust is to believe happy lived where it is easy to stay lost.
I deserved better. I was waking up. Redemption is something you do. I started thinking I should forgive and live in the present.
This is one of those moments when you have to slow down and be quiet.
Open your mind to the process of attraction and commit to happiness.
You make me happy enough, somehow.
Love with a promise and be wild with joy.
I am more alive than ever before, ready to hope with no fear or pain.
She tells herself, it is enough. It's all right. At home, she is herself, she is herself.