All the difference

 

Every evening after dark I take a 12 minutes’ walk
around the block. Nor have I ever said, “I want to
be alone. I only said, I want to be left alone.” It is
the Garbo truth: “There is all the difference.” But
all the pushy people you flee call it “your choice”!

 

rose, whiterose, white

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