Often, these kind of places change me more and better than I ever expect.
Last night, I met a man named Louis. He wore a red bandanna on his head. After our talk about steel mills, coal mines and lasting love -- we shook hands and he asked my name.
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Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,
That will not be deep-searched with saucy looks;
Small have continual plodders ever won,
Save base authority from others' books.
These earthly godfathers of Heaven's lights
That give a name to every fixed star,
Have no more profit of their shining nights
Than those that walk and wot not what they are
~ William Shakespeare, From: Love's Labour's Lost