It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it. : George Saunders
It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

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