Easy to preach than to practice love holds some beautiful guidelines when followed would never make you exhaustive.

Blood banged inside my head. I loved my brother. I hated him. There was no solution to who he was. No getting back who he had been.

Now Kino lay in the cave entrance, his chin braced on his crossed arms, and he watched the blue shadow of the mountain move out across the brushy desert below until it reached the Gulf, and the long twilight of the shadow was over the land.

So people will come along and do new things and sometimes return to the spirit of an earlier age.

Written By Norman McLaren

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