Fight the good fight; every struggle needs a voice. Not every voice finds its time, or its crowd. Still, fight the good fight. Some fade unheard, yet none fade alone. When one voice finally reaches its audience, it bears the weight of all who could not speak. Always, fight the good fight. I wrote this poem after sitting with a thought when John shared this with me: Every few moments in history, we look back and ask ourselves—did we really live like that? Over the past few da

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