If we're truly interested in certain happiness, then we would listen when our wanting doesn't feel right. We would remember the rewards of waiting from the last go-round with desire and know to step past the street vendor selling cheap seconds for a dime. We would know that true bliss of a kind we've never yet experienced, waits for us and dares us to trust walking onward to the next intersection. Blind corners give way to cobbled streets, intimate enclosures and the full-bodied, complex maturity of a well-balanced red wine.
- This Carman Girl
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