Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts. |
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Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her. |
Once a woman has given you her heart, you can never get rid of the rest of her. |
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Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it. |
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The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale. |
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