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If loneliness is the poverty of self, then solitude is surely the richness of self. This idea belongs to someone else, but I believe in it. Then along comes a night when my faith in those pretty words gives like a trap door, and I plunge into a place that doesn't feel very rich at all. I dwell there for no more than an hour at a time, but it is always the longest hour of the year.

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December 2014