"Things will be slow from now on. But we won't stop, won't we?"
---"Frances", Frances Farmer
"i want my hapiness without a hole in it."
---"Stepmom", Julia Roberts
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
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Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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