Solitude to me is best defined by the life of the American poet Emily Dickinson…here is a snippet from one of her biographies…
“Her love of being alone up in her room was associated with her feeling for a key, which signified freedom from interruption and the social prevention that beset her downstairs. She would stand looking down, one hand raised, thumb and forefinger closed on an imaginary key, and say, with a quick turn of her wrist, “It’s just a turn–and freedom, Matty!”
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