even when everyone comes here it’s still you alone in the wilderness carrying your weight in sun and wind burn up against gravity, down over rock and root you against thirst, hunger, weariness the interminable daily needs and toiletries
This reminds me of my grandmother. She lived alone in the hills and became very reclusive. When someone came to visit, as she got older, she found it harder and harder to be sociable. I guess I see myself too.
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This reminds me of my grandmother. She lived alone in the hills and became very reclusive. When someone came to visit, as she got older, she found it harder and harder to be sociable. I guess I see myself too.
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