I have an effusive feeling when I look back at the lonely, hardworking me of the pandemic. I restled with my solitude, and it saddens me to think I'll never have it quite like that again.
(I've just reread Letters to a Young Poet so these feelings are especially heavy).
I have an effusive feeling when I look back at the lonely, hardworking me of the pandemic. I restled with my solitude, and it saddens me to think I'll never have it quite like that again.
(I've just reread Letters to a Young Poet so these feelings are especially heavy).
I have an effusive feeling when I look back at the lonely, hardworking me of the pandemic. I restled with my solitude, and it saddens me to think I'll never have it quite like that again.
(I've just reread Letters to a Young Poet so these feelings are especially heavy).