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| Often, the most romantic gesture a person can make is to immortalize the other person in some way. To passionately carve a name into bark, to lovingly trace your fingers across wet cement. | |
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| But trees die. Cement cracks. And, eventually, everything in the universe will come to a final, inescapable end. Therefore, any attempt to immortalize love is ultimately futile. | |
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