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Retrospectively thoughts come to us with the sharpened edges of an enhanced photo. It is with this clarity of hindsight that I think, despite the frequency with which we long for solitude, in the end we yearn for the company of others. We must return, for the world and the nature of our souls is not solitary. The voice in my head drones on but there comes a point when the absence of a reply becomes empty rather than peaceful.
