Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thought for the Day

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 & Guildenstern Are Dead)

image:  Christie B. Cochrell, January Bridge

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