"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"
(tom stoppard)
featuring daul kim, once again...
with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke,
and a presumption that once our eyes watered"
(tom stoppard)
featuring daul kim, once again...
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