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The sky was blue this morning. And there were some dark grey clouds also.

And the sun.

The sun was fighting to shine.

It always does. It will even persist through the rain sometimes.

Light is like that. It wants to press through. Illuminate. 

People flocked to your light. To your warmth. Your joy. Your love. 

And those things remain.

We can’t talk to you, but we hear you. We can’t hug you, but we hug one another a little tighter. 

Sometimes, like today, the clouds threaten and compete for space in the sky. We are reminded of our sadness and pain.

But that damned sun. It just keeps shining. The light always wins. 

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