Sometimes, our relationships can crowd us. Other times, we find ourselves in good company. How does one strike a balance? Is solitude important? If so, how?
Regimental ties, cups of black tea, sushi, old ppb editions of Agatha Christie, a CD by Astrud Gilberto, yellowing dictionary. Patchouli oil on Sundays. Reading letters in the garden. Watching the fog roll over the Golden Gate Bridge. Bark-colored teapot.
Sometimes, our relationships can crowd us. Other times, we find ourselves in good company. How does one strike a balance? Is solitude important? If so, how?
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