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1 " Almost simultaneously their eyes alighted on a small opening in the twisted branches of the trees, affording them a direct line of sight to the majestic Verrazzano Bridge. Together the women gazed at the slate-gray metal towers soaring skyward, the steel cables delicately draped from one tower to the other, ascending and descending, the small squares and larger rectangles moving back and forth over the curved roadway. "
― David Biro , And the Bridge Is Love
2 " That was what getting old was all about, she’d begun to realize: a growing heap of memories piling up around you, a Mount Everest of memories. The very opposite of being young, when the ground ahead lay level and bare, a vast open space that stretched on forever and ever, waiting to be explored. "
