Crescent Island and the art of solitude

Ahhh, me time. How I do love my me time. How much time you can bear to spend alone differs dramatically between each and every person. There are those who can reside like hermits, quite happy in their own company for weeks, and those who dread every second of silence lest the cruel thief known as loneliness creep up on them and wrestle the happiness from their clutches. People get mighty weird about confessing to loneliness due to misplaced shame and pride and fear of what that particular emotion might mean. Travelling solo in a strange continent, and moving to…

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