You ever read a piece of writing, say, a poem or essay or sublime short story, and think that it’s so good the author had to write it all for you? By that I mean, that it feels as if you are the only person imaginable who is/was able to GET it and so you OWN it as yours because you can’t abide the idea that anyone on the planet is as perceptive and deep as you and so no one else could possibly appreciate this magnificent piece of writing? Hunh?

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