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Loneliness can show up in a crowded room, in a marriage that has gone quiet, after a move to a new city, in retirement when the work that organised your week is gone, after the kids have grown up and out, after the people who used to know you have drifted, after coming out, after coming back from somewhere. It can show up in your twenties when everyone seems to have a group already, and in your sixties when everyone is busy with grandchildren you do not have. The letters in this theme are written by people who have been through that particular kind of quiet — the kind that does not get fixed by being around more people — and want you to know it is not permanent, even when it feels like it. Read one. Save the one that finds you.