I wish I could say it was a wonderful day, but it really wasn't. I didn't get to speak to anyone. I cooked my meals and ate alone. I cleaned my home and tended to my plants. I saw the sky and white clouds dance. I prepared for the week ahead and wrote in my book, which I know someday, when all has gone silent, will testify how fine the line is between alone time and loneliness.
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