The days are dripping past and soon we will have forgotten about your death in the avalanche of others smothering our world. The bombings in Sri Lanka come to mind. And so many more. So many deaths and each one particular. Everyone has their story. But it's your words that I can't get out of my head. The words you wrote in Letter to my 14-Year-Old Self - read Lyra's Letter in The Guardian
We shall miss you, Lyra - the person we didn't know who wrote such moving words about being gay, being human.
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