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Delight of Being Alone – D.H. Lawrence
September 10, 2011, 6:08 pm
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I know no greater delight than the sheer delight of being alone
It makes me realise the delicious pleasure of the moon
that she has in travelling by herself: throughout time,
or the splendid growing of an ash-tree
alone, on a hill-side in the north, humming in the wind.

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