I needed this poem by our friend at the Flannel Files.
I dreamt I saw RBG in the grocery store pushing a cart down the canned food aisle in a black Adidas tracksuit Her crocheted collar a white flower blooming in her chest I told her I was sorry we had asked her to hold on for so long She smiled and nodded then went back to work filling her cart applesauce sardines blackberry jam #RIPRBG
Let’s keep these dreams alive.
“Rest in Power” and “Let her memory be a revolution.”
B
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