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		<title>thousand word thursday</title>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>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.</em> (t. stoppard)</p>
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