If you met me, which you probably won't, you would not perceive me a hermit.
I dress in clean clothes mostly, somewhat worn, go to my job, talk to people sometimes and otherwise
appear not a lover of solitude.
But solitude I crave and find it daily with inner travels of mind. Woodlands, creeks and
hillsides I walk feeling my particular thought retreat.
Alone is good, imagination rides the breeze and rustles leaves.
Sand between my toes, snowy mountains in my path, gnarled twisted vine cane
in my grip.......and off I waddle.
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