Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.
It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hopeful and wrong. Wars would break out again. Violence was part of human nature as much as love and generosity.
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