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There is loneliness that can be lulled. The arms are crossed on the chest, the knees are raised, and you sway – this movement, unlike the pitching of the ship, softens the soul and lulls. It comes from somewhere inside and envelops you tightly, like skin. There is also a loneliness that seems to come from outside. You don’t lull him. It is alive and exists independently, by itself. It dries up and grows, capturing everything around, so that even the sound of your own steps seems to reach you from the side.

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