A Short Reflection on Solitude

Lonely has been the rough rock on the river bed, scratching sharp-edged side against my knees as I pushed off and shot toward the surface…

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Lonely has been the rough rock on the river bed, scratching the sharp-edged side against my knees as I pushed off and shot toward the surface, trailing crimson tears in my wake, the sting sharp as I kicked toward the shore, struggling to see through the rain and the mist to the empty shoreline that waits for me to thru…