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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) |
A memory is a wish cast adrift on a sea of dreams, It's the silky wings of hope travelling aloft on the breeze of possibilities. A memory is the world as you want it to be, A vision of some cherished moment no one else can see. What Is A Memory? -JWK, 1993 |
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