The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world. All at once they were aware of the evening as the end of light and warmth.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one.

I wish I were supernaturally strong so I could put right everything that is wrong.

I respect a system that says we&#39;re going to put every bit of pressure on anybody we have to put it on to get to the drug dealer who is bringing his poison into the country.

Bill McCollum

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Written By Bill McCollum

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