Can’t say that I’m ever lonely. Even when I’m alone. Though I can
feel slightly lonely. When I’m in a crowd of people. With whom I don’t connect.
Anyway, being alone. Is a wonderful opportunity. To occupy my mind. With positive thoughts. Without
interruption. I get lost. In a wonderful state of solitude. And I muse. About
my Italian amore. I write love letters. And other missives. Yes. These are
reminders. That I’m in love. And blessed. With an imagination. That allows me to connect to magnificent
spirits. Not least being Wolfgang Mozart and Leo Tolstoy. Fascinating stuff,
indeed. Little wonder. That I’m never lonely. --Jim Broede
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