As for my connections with people — I feel more or less like a reed blown about by the winds of my habits — my affections — the things that I am — moving it seems — more and more toward a kind of aloneness — not because I wish it so but because there seems no other way.
Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Jean Toomer, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters
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