RIP 2016

In 2016 I learned how to walk with death. We lost so many influential people that taught the world a variety of lessons.

How giants can ,"float like a butterfly and sting like a bee" and still be so down to Earth where they walk around as normal people and not Gods. Lessons of how to be humble and cherish the moment.  When the sky bleeds purple rain, we gather together as one. No more racism, no more hate, no more hostility, just love. And nothing can Trump that, for as long as we stick together. We can make it through the pain for as long as we have faith and let the force be with us.

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Our world
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