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Moomer believed that happiness came in small things. If you couldn’t lift it yourself, then it was too unwieldy, too weighty. You should be able to pack happiness into a rucksack. But happiness was also infinite. The hills were happiness and you couldn’t lift them. Moomer packed his tent into a rucksack and walked forContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Moomer’s Tent’”