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There is a little place in the woods where I can hide. I Can read, write, sleep, think, and just do nothing at all. I love this little place.
I like being alone. It's not the same than being lonely.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
There are lots of people that will tell you working through the night is a bad thing. Hell, they are probably right.
When my house is full of guests, friends, my children, and I seem to be forever chasing, serving, preparing food and drinks, tidying away and telling everyone to keep the noise down and behave, I...
2. I travel throughout the earliest hours of the day, starting, if I can manage, before the sun rises. I stop at the suns high point, assuming I am lucky enough to have a partially clear sky.