Thursday, March 28, 2024


When he woke, she was gone. He lay for a long while looking up at the tent roof, wondering how much he cared.

He needed company, although he was never wholly comfortable with it; he needed a woman, although he was never wholly happy with one. He wanted to talk, although he knew most talk was an admission of non-communication.

How far was a feeling genuine if it did not find expression in an external act?

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