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.
-- Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard
with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell
of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
-- Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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