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a sense of inworldness |
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The titles below look like warnings of bad poetry. “Gee, they seemed apt at the time.” So it goes. Bear with him. |
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| on being online | |
| entranced by the road so far | |
| inhabiting my café | |
| innerworldliness | |
| appealing emergences | |
That’s part 6 of “elations of solitude.” Here’s Part 7. |
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