“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in
and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any
way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn
back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour
because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while
the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
Beryl Markham,
West with the Night
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