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Pink ribbons

Today I should be thinking about green things, and beer, and wondering if I can eat corned beef on a Friday since it's a saint's day---

but I'm not.

I'm thinking about Roen.
And Anne.
And Caitlin Deirdre.

Two lost, one fighting.

I'm crying, because that's what one does when there is no one to blame, no one to fight, and nothing you can do but send prayers or mourn.