I’m exhausted all over but particularly the face
Letters of Solitude
Today’s newsletter is dedicated to those among us who are filling with dread as lockdown slowly lifts, armpits already damp at the thought of a fidgety mass of humans getting their mingle on after months of forced isolation. It’s an epistolary fist-bump to all the loners1, introverts, and reclusive souls who would much rather relax in their own company t…
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