You must have been around when the mammoths roamed freely. Youthful and joyous. What kind of birds nested on you? I have only reached up to the mammoths in my paleontology. What a weird thought, but I feel as if I was there too, although I don't remember too much about our days together.
Maybe loneliness implies detachment. This is not what an old comment on this blog says. It says loners are basically asocial beings with some hidden grudge in thier minds. I don't think so. May be there are loners of that version out there. But detachment is the phrase that has been on my mind for some days now. The true meaning of detachment is way beyond me. Embracing emotions, experiences. I don't know. May there is something in that.
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