A favorite image of you from 1997, when I would go into the store and you would approach me to talk. I loved how you used your whole body to tell a story: legs slightly askew, arms and hands gesticulating madly, your eyes and mouth in an incredulous smiles as though you were in disbelief at what you were saying.
As years went on, you were always like that when talking passionately about something. It never became old, seeing that act, and I now know that it is because it reminded me of those early days, while also a promise for the future.
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