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Photographs of solitude
An empty bench, a quiet place.
The corner in a busy park.
I see myself alone on the bench.

An empty bench on the sidewalk.
A cafe besides it filled with people.
I opt for the empty bench.
Munching my sandwich, no other sound.

An introvert seeking alone time.
Drawn to empty benches.
To sit alone with my thoughts.
The quiet soothing. Solitude.

By C.E. Pereira