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FRUSTRATION

ALONE, I THREAD MY WAY ALONG THE BUSY, CROWDED STREET WITH ITS SURGING, PUSHING MULTITUDES AND NOISE OF TRAMP-

ING FEET.

STRANGE FACES FILE PAST; SOME DRAB, SOME EAGER AND BRIGHTEYED.

BUT ALL ARE IN A WORLD APART, INTENT, INTENT, SELF-OCCUPIED.

HAT RANDOM THOUGHTS GO RAMBLING THRU THESE PEOPLE PASSING BY?

ARE SOMME, PERCHANCE, AS LONELY AND DESOLATE AS I?

THEIR FACES ARE BUT

ASKS THAT HIDE EACH FEELING AND DESIRE,

YET I CAN NOT APPROACH THEM AND ARTLESSLY INQUIRE: "TRAY TELL ME, WHICH OF YOU AMONG THESE VAST AND TEEMING

THRONGS

HAIL FROM THE ISLE OF LESBOS AND RESPOND TO SAPPHIC SONGS?" HOW ANY OF US ST PASS BY EACH OTHER DAY BY DAY UNHEEDED, EACH PURSUING HER OWN BLEAK AND LONELY WAY! THE SISTERHOOD MAY HAVE NO BADGE; ITS MEMBERS ARE UNKNOWN AND ONLY FATE DETERMINES IF WE MEET OR WALK ALONE.

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