Remembering those days when I went to a funeral five or six times a week, or made trips to Ward 86, or stood in the cold air with hundreds or others, holding a candle. Remembering the rallies, the marches, the speeches, the AIDSWalks, the quilt panels, and the meetings. Remembering the kindness of strangers and all the folks who cared. On this World AIDS Day, doing a lot of remembering and looking forward to the end of AIDS.
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