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There are so many things I'd love to say about Aveline, if I had the words. She was truly amazing; she'd survived more brutality than most people want to believe exist in the world, and come out someone I was proud to know. She'd made choices, and lived with the consequences with a vigour and a joy that amazed me. She knew far too well the lows, and chose to have the highs as well. She was driven, and passionate, and larger than life in far too many ways to write.
I loved the fire she brought to things she was passionate about. I loved her intelligence, and her wit, even if she could never see it. I loved the way she did things, and learned things, even when she'd been told all her life that she wasn't capable of it. Aveline was one of the people who showed me that even self-doubt needn't stop you achieving your goals.
Everyone else has said it far better than I can, so I'll leave it there - it's getting hard to see to type, anyway. Aveline, you were beautiful, goreous, and amazing. I told you that when you were alive. I wish I'd had more time, and more chances to tell you.
Goodbye, bright pink Goddess.
I loved the fire she brought to things she was passionate about. I loved her intelligence, and her wit, even if she could never see it. I loved the way she did things, and learned things, even when she'd been told all her life that she wasn't capable of it. Aveline was one of the people who showed me that even self-doubt needn't stop you achieving your goals.
Everyone else has said it far better than I can, so I'll leave it there - it's getting hard to see to type, anyway. Aveline, you were beautiful, goreous, and amazing. I told you that when you were alive. I wish I'd had more time, and more chances to tell you.
Goodbye, bright pink Goddess.