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He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.

Cheryl Strayed

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Cheryl Strayed
Age: 56
Born: 1968
Born: September 17
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I’m a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.
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Every time I set foot on that trail, I feel grateful for the PCTA for doing the work it does to protect and preserve it
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There isn't a thing to eat down there in the rabbit hole of your bitterness except your own desperate heart.
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He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.
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I asked, often out loud: Who is tougher than me? The answer was always the same, and even when I knew absolutely there was no way on this earth that it was true, I said it anyway: No one.
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