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Yes We Can...

I have typed out the start of this post, and erased it, so many times, my backspace button is starting to lose its letters.  Yes, part of the reluctance may have to do with the fact that I am a third generation Idahoan, born and raised in a state that has been painted red with Teflon.  And yet, I still tend to fall a smidge left of that center line.  But mainly, this post has been a long time coming because I can't seem to fully put into words the emotion, excitement, and wonder I am still feeling after last week's historic election.   I think I will just leave it to my friend Sarri's eloquence.  Read this, be moved, be thankful, and be hopeful.



Congratulations America...

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