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Here is a writing I came across last night by May Sarton, who as a poet struggled to protect the solitude needed to create great work.

The artist must go at his own speed. His whole life is a painful effort to turn himself inside out, and if he gives too much away at the shallow level of social intercourse he may lose the will to attempt a deeper excavation.

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