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We were playing theatre games for change all night. And then...well, Tyrone and I first met by email over six months ago, but we hadn't met in person. We met on Tuesday night and then tonight I asked Tyrone to write a word on me. The word was "struggle". Fitting in discussions about social justice. I have a t-shirt that reads "Greetings from the struggle." And now, I have it on my neck, too. I didn't get to see the word or know what it was until a friend of mine said it outloud, and now, in the picture.
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