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Seems apt to start this blog with an old poem I wrote, on an old blog:
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There is company in solitude
When of an evening I walk the dust
The one within calls
And I talk with such vigour as never escort’d
When they are around I talk so too
With a vigour so unlike when on a lonely road
A vigour to quench the all drowning noise
A vigour to break the silence of so a many voice
For there is solitude in company