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Thursday, January 29, 2026

Solitude

When from our better selves we have too long
Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop,
Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired,
How gracious, how benign, is Solitude.

~ William Wordsworth

Posted by Poetictouch at 6:37 AM
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