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I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

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So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moo...more

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And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.

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I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.