Today doesn’t mark the last day of Kwibuka
Profound acts of love don’t show up expected
They do not fit into commemorations
They are not planned into days, weeks, moments
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They do not wait
They do not go silent
They do not ask for permission
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They revisit
They linger
They fill minds with discomfort
They march black and grey any day, any moment
They just show up
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I…
