"She chased after her dream with much desire, but when she got to close to her expectations, well the dream burned up like paper in fire."

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Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History owns them. These men were petrified in both senses of the word: paralyzed and turned to stone. Their refusal to express feeling killed them. Anachronistic men. Those poor, poor boys.

— Antonella Gambotto-Burke