Some days you feel like the bare apple trees after harvest, waving their arms to the sky, the wind snaking around their ankles like a lover or a beggar. Solitude can be lonely or it can just be alone. It can be a memory, sepia and semi-toned, tempered with discontent, or brimming with anticipation.
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