The price of anything, is the amount of life you exchange for it.
~ Henry David Thoreau
This comes to mind, readily, when one is a writer…when one’s vacations are replaced by retreats, when the idea of treating oneself to a night out is replaced by a willingness to pay almost anything for a night in…alone…in a small room…uninterrupted.
Henry, I believe, would understand.
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