"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."
Tom Stoppard
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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