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I toast you - you priceless, amazing, beautiful, hilarious, feisty and ferociously loyal woman. With a great, lovely glass of red wine. I know you are approving of the vin rouge.
You, craver of life and adventures.
You of the contagious, infectious laugh and gentle touch.
You, champion of what is true and right and good.
You, fighter of evil and no-goodniks.
You, not afraid to stand up for what you believe in, and for who you believe in; consequences be damned.
You, scoffer of politics, and flaunter of goodness. You, possessor of confidence and conviction.
You, fearless speaker, fearless mentor and fearless friend. You bring out the best in everyone, and you don’t even mean to. With your laugh, your touch and your spirit, you have the magic gift that makes everyone feel smarter, braver, prettier, stronger, faster and happier - just knowing you makes people simply better persons.
Today you move from present tense to past tense. And that is a terribly shitty, yes, utterly shitty tense to have to move to. It matters not. You will always be in the present to all the people who love you .
Love,
Jules
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