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perhaps there are two sorts of people the kind who lives inside the kind who lives inside often reports their isolation and their loneliness but they don't appear to those of us on the edge to be even remotely
experiencing perhaps each kind is on an edge a haunting shadowy limited here, bound
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this question of
solitariness that haunts my imaginings that makes me feel less than normal and yet is recorded time after time by others like myself who indulge themselves in the pleasures of art, creation, wonder and pernicious ponderings....
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