Steinbeck once wrote:
Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway.
But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a
fleeting image. We know that this moment... every part of it... will live on forever.
But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a
fleeting image. We know that this moment... every part of it... will live on forever.
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