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Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

Anything That Can Be Dreamed Is True.

A Little Tantrum In Real Life Seems So Much Bigger Online.

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.

As Authors, We All Expect Criticism From Time To Time, And We All Have Our Ways Of Coping With Unfriendly Reviews.