Why I Have No Friends
Estelle Krista
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long ago I lived on an island, for months at a time I was the only one there. The solitude, like a well worn coat, fit comfortably though it always took some getting used to when I went ashore and then returned. It is no small thing to be comfortable in your own skin, so much of the hectic, frantic, activity people indulge in seems to come from the the restless uneasiness inside themselves and with themselves.

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