The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story’s finished, what’s the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day’s vanity, the night’s remorse.
-- W.B. Yeats
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Hey Em... I'm glad you got home safely. I hope your upcoming trip also goes well and that you're provided time to keep us updated. I am also beginning once again to update my blog and you can get the address by just clicking on my name (obviously) but only because I don't remember it. =) Good luck with everything and Happy Birthday!!!
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