I measure this life in cheek-straining grins and hands held on sunny mornings.
"I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a date on a tombstone."
Sylvia Plath
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