It's Out There by Noeleen Kavanagh

HAPPINESS is a strange beast.

Usually it flits through briars like a fox, a flash of auburn glimpsed before it's gone. Or like a pheasant treading daintily past in fading light.

But sometimes it hangs around, a pet hedgehog snuffling in the dark by the back door.


2009 - Kavanagh

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