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Paris.  Beirut.  So many places.  Feels wrong to mourn one, but not all.  It's human nature, I guess. We mourn for the familiar, the nearby.  But, we also mourn for the wealthy and the beautiful.  That's sad.  Let's remember our common humanity and mourn the victims of terrorism wherever they are.          
Paris, je t'aime.

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