left town.
abandoned new york city.
how he found a place
in the woods
in New Hampshire,
rarely to be seen again.
i liked how
he never published another
word,
but kept writing in his
cabin,
surrounded by peace
and quiet,
the occasional chirping
bird.
he did what few
others could do,
he didn't need the limelight
the applause.
he was a writer,
and he was Holden,
through and through.
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