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The drive home with my brother, good music to drown out the sorrow of yet another England disappointment. The Beach Boys, Queen and old summer cheesy songs alleviate our mood. The sun sets around us painting the sky pink and green. I enjoy talking honestly with him about this life, realising again what a lush brother he is, glad we can talk about the deep stuff, glad to muse on the amount of stuff we don't understand about God and yet know that it is the only way worth taking. Glad that someone knows me enough to laugh at my foolishness.