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I get to thinking every once in a while about how much I miss solitude. How much I can feel its vast spaces creep into my crowded life. I miss that feeling of the coming fall. Where I can smell the cold as it makes its way in on the 7 oclock train, delicate and on time. Taking walks beside still flowers and ivy on the building walls. For some strange reason I've learned to associate this with solitude. It goes to say that in those times I love more. I love people more and feel connected to them. I feel like when they cry I want to cry. I do not understand this thought process, but I find myself ok with not knowing.

Let my breath be your breath

and your tears be mine.