Dear Joy,

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You don't visit me often...

When you do visit, however, it's one of the most beautiful things to ever happen. I see you on the faces of people walking by, and I can't help but feel a little joy also. You spread so quickly, like an epidemic, but you seem to always fail to reach me...

You're like a tornado, and I am the one in hiding. I don't see the storm, but I see it's effects, and it's truly amazing.

The world needs Joy every once in a while.

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