If I never see you again, I will always carry you.
Inside. Outside. On my fingertips and at brain edges.
And in centers, centers of what I am
of what remains.
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I always enjoy reading quotes which are identified with someone because I always head to Google or Wikipedia to read more about the person. It’s a great way to learn history.
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