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After Sunset

At night, as he is drifting off to sleep, in the twilight zone between dream and wakefulness he mutters, “you’re my wife.” and smiles contentedly as if it is some kind of achievement. I watch his peaceful face, listen to his slowing breaths, and sigh.

How simple happiness can be.

 

 

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