Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collect — Laurie A. Helgoe
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Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collected—for better and for worse, sometimes barely tolerated and sometimes arranged into lovely patterns.

— Laurie A. Helgoe
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