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when Virginia Woolf said, “I long for a large room to myself, with books and nothing else, where I can shut myself up, and see no one, and read myself into peace.”

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When Emily Brontë wrote "It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn" she perfectly described how it feels to be adopted by friends who cherish your innate oddity and capacity to make situation weird by virtue of being there.