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thanateHappiness is a hermit who lives on a hill and speaks to no one.
Joy is the money that he buries in his yard and forgets where it is.
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging,
Finding nothing, but at least they had their little daydream.
--Judybats, "The Incredible Bittersweet"
Which totally covers the miles and miles of negative shovel tests... Although it somehow fails to take into account the briars, lugging shovel and screen up and down hill, or getting whacked in the eyelid by the whippy tips of beech branches. Or my new favorite, managing to bruise the fronts of your shoulder bones so that it's excrutiatingly painful to carry the bag with water & paperwork in it.
Joy is the money that he buries in his yard and forgets where it is.
He dies, and all the neighbors of the world come digging,
Finding nothing, but at least they had their little daydream.
--Judybats, "The Incredible Bittersweet"
Which totally covers the miles and miles of negative shovel tests... Although it somehow fails to take into account the briars, lugging shovel and screen up and down hill, or getting whacked in the eyelid by the whippy tips of beech branches. Or my new favorite, managing to bruise the fronts of your shoulder bones so that it's excrutiatingly painful to carry the bag with water & paperwork in it.