He had spent most of his life living ‘inside’.

He had unlimited imagination and was aware of the myriad possibilities in and of life. Occasionally others would try to get to know him and made the effort, spending time with him in passing. Occasionally, too, those from his past would look him up and try to reconnect to what they imagined he was. But exteriors are hard to penetrate at the best of times and very few got through to catch even a vague sense of what he was all about. Meantime, he lived freely and happily, most responsible to himself and the blisses of moments that constituted as much reality as he had ever needed or desired.

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