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At that very moment, time stopped, as it was wont to do when present, past and future collide; when one’s existence ceases to be measured in days, hours and minutes, but instead in an immeasurable quantity of life events. At that moment, in the town of Coeur d’Coeurs, events occurred that are not, were not, and should never be considered an ending. For endings, as it is known, are where we begin. Narrator, Pushing Daisies (via hourglasss)

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