Solitude
She walked alone.
The road was beautiful,
castles on the left
across the water,
vineyards to the right,
up the imposisbly steep hill.
The machines of industry just below.
She loved being alone.
The rest of her time was
filled with people
and responsibilities,
with noise and fear
of being discovered as not belonging.
Her weekly walks became the
only time she could be herself.
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