When you finish

There is a distinct loneliness that comes from finishing a particular kind of work – like a novel – that cannot be easily shared. It’s just there. No one can know it. You had it before you began, which is why you began, and then it comes back revisited about a million times on conclusion.

Very heavy.

Very heavy, indeed.

It’s what you take on.

Thankfully

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