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Solitude
Solitude
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The mountains called out her name
She spoke with them
In a language understood by none
One of those conversations
That takes place one night
And is forgotten the next.
Too deep to be understood
Too quiet to be heard
Too sacred to be mentioned again.
She was sober, yet high
Alone, yet accompanied
She was surrounded by no one
But her own shadow
Her own breath
She could laugh without being judged
Could dance without being seen
Left with herself, her solitude.
And in this solitude, she found herself.
