Hello, Dear Comrad
On the list of things I cannot live without: Oxygen. A Heartbeat. Laughter. Compassion. Yet, none of these compare to the mystery of you. Your ideas provide me with hope for the future, your words provoke both comfort and tension, the life you lived creating a tsunami of thought and rejoicing. A silent revolution. Of whom, I am a proud member.
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