… whenever I read "Somewhere or Other," which is about the sense that someone out there is meant for us (even if we haven't met them yet and may never meet them), I feel and know that yearning for that still-unknown person who must be "somewhere or other." I find myself thinking, along with Rossetti's speaker: surely such a person must exist in the world? Isn't it just an accident that we haven't encountered each other yet?*
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