The reason old souls enjoy spending time alone, Silver, is because they never really are.
Much love from your invisible friends,
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I see you, Silver.
I don’t believe that I’m every truly alone. Whether I have a guardian spirit, or I’m noticed by those I’ve loved who have passed on, someone is watching over me, like I watch over the characters in my books. I was there when they were born. I was there when some of them died. I watched over them as they laughed, cried, raged, loved. Does that make me a god? In a way–the same way all novelists are. As writers, though, we get to share our worlds and charges with others.
Still, it’s nice to know that I’m not alone. 🙂