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Living with your decision must be hard. Nothing I or anyone can say will give you any peace. You must reconcile your actions in your heart.

Maria V. Snyder

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Maria V. Snyder
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: January 1
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
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Maximum damage. It was the beginning of the end. Either we would fail or not. At least we could say we tried.
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I wanted to dissolve into the floor, mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to be. No complicated promises, no worries and no feelings.
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Your path is clear,” said Moon Man. “You need to find it.” And the best way to find something you had lost was to return to the last place you remembered having it. In my case, I needed to start at the very beginning.
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You had lots of visitors, but they were all quiet. Oh real funny. Tease the blind man. ~Trella to Logan, pg. 114-115
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Valek leaned back in his chair and said to me, “I don’t think I would have made it past the audition,Yelena. I probably would have set my hair on fire by this point.” “What’s a singed head for the sake of art?” I teased. He laughed.
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