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
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A blog about all the aspects of life, from music and movies, to relationships, to society's obsession with celebrities, it's all covered here in one tiny little space called Your Friend Lela.
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