She was inside and the outside was alive and separate.
My solitude is my treasure, the best thing I have.
I am my own riddle.
O sir, you must not seek to steal away my solitude.
It is a thing we women are taught to dread.
O the terrible tower.
O the thickets round it.
from Possession by A.S. Byatt - found in November 1991 journal
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