Ain’t many guys travel around together,” he mused. “I don’t know why. Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

Bitterness is like a sword sharpened
into shape by pain.

Part of the far shore disappeared into a shimmer that looked like water. There was no certainty in seeing, no proof that what you saw was there or was not there. And the people of the Gulf expected all places were that way, and it was not strange to them.

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave-Dakota Indian proverb

Written By Sylvia Browne

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