When the right to love is at stake, doesn't matter what you march in. Your feet fly across all the 'no you can't. There's only YES. The blisters can wait until tomorrow.
And every heartbreak gets mended with more love than ever imagined until it's indestructible.
And to the woman, still alive, living alone in a small town in another state, who loved Florence all her life but whose family - all her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren - has never known the multi-colors of her heart, a happy pride to you.
You couldn't live in a world made of your love, but everyone is marching so this little boy can live in a world where no one ever has to hide again.
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