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
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I don't know why I never paid much attention to this blog of yours, but I LOVE it. Your photos are beautiful and your words can be so powerful.
I'm sure you haven't heard this enough lately, but I think you're a beautiful person, Holly. I'm glad we know each other.
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