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I tire of this world.

I am tired of place where different equals dangerous, where fear consistently trumps love, a world without the capacity for awe.

But I’m not sure how to remake a whole world.

It takes many hands, holding onto love…and many hearts, risking awe. I’m sure of those ingredients.

We don’t have much time to search for the recipe, folks.



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