Last stand

A dear friend wrote me about her new place. She describes it as a yellow shanty in the heart of an old town, sitting on a a grand size lot. She says: When J. is not here it is pretty lonely - but I was lonely in Ole Chl. also. It is the last strong stand we must make I believe- this stand against being/feeling alone. We both cherish our time and solitude and we both know that it turns occasionally into loneliness. We both are rebels, so both rather take that strong stand because compromising isn't our forte and we'll meet under one or other sky, in one or other desert, near one or other ocean...