This is not solitude born of loneliness.
This is the quiet space where reflection comes easy.
I met him in childhood, lying solitary on my back looking up at the clouds, in silent imaginings.
He stayed with me for a long time, as the family moved from town to town, in year and out.
He went his own way when I went to university, and later, after I married and had children I thought he had left me forever.
But now he has returned, and we renew an old and valued friendship.
I have the time for him again, and he for me.
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