"Dusk, I realized then, is just an illusion,
because the sun is either above the horizon or below it,
and that means that day and night
are linked in a way that few things are.
There cannot be one without the other,
yet they cannot exist at the same time.
How would it feel, I remember wondering,
to be always together, yet forever apart?"
"Who was I to question a love
that rode on shooting stars and crashing waves?
For that is what it was between us then
and that is what it is today."
- The Notebook
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