A Head full of Diamonds With Shoes filled of Stone

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“We lean against the wall in silence, still holding hands. After about an hour she falls asleep, sliding down until her head rests on my shoulder. I remain awake, every fiber of my body aware of her proximity.” —Water For Elephants by Sara Gruen 

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“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” —Tom Stoppard; Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead 

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