When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
- Shakespeare
Heaven is brighter..... we lost a champion. This one though... this hurts.
A sad, sad day.
You'll be missed and remembered, and in our hearts always.
Rest in peace.
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