a lone stone bench by a gushing stream, clumps of thorny bamboo by slowly arching trees, solitude rests in herself - not waiting to be filled by an emptiness or a fullness, a becoming or a dying, an ebbing or a rising, Solitude - she simply is.
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a lone stone bench
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