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[Solitude is the tip of a larger iceberg. He's unsure the true size and shape of it beneath the surface, but what he does know for sure is that he's not terribly keen on finding out, especially after events at Christmas had added a confusing new shade to matters.
Ignore something long enough and you get used to adapting for it. Looking through it rather than at it. Loneliness is one of those things it takes practice to repress, but it can be done.]
And an early new year.
[He's usually not a person who goes for gifts and holiday well wishes. He's trying, though. Just because things are a little awkward now doesn't mean he can't return politeness when it's shown him.]
and some yet live, treading the thorny road - Post a comment
which leads, through toil and hate, to fame’s serene abode