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Turn the focus. Zoom in on what you can control, let the rest fade into the background. Move along.

Bridges burn. It doesn't mean they can't be rebuilt. It doesn't mean we can't pick up the pieces that weren't too badly charred and piece them together with new beams and brackets, and make a new bridge. Maybe it'll end up an even better bridge. Maybe it won't - but as long as it takes us from point you to point me, any bridge is good enough.

Give me a day and we're on. You, me, and The Temple of Doom. And all the scotch fingers we can stand.

I can't remember the last time I told you I love you, but I do.

Perspective.