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Notes From A Political Movement

February 1, 2017 ~ Sahara ~ Leave a comment

Columbus is having a sister March to the Women’s March on Washington that is to take place on the 21th, the day after the inauguration, and they decided to have it a week early to allow people to march both here and there. I haven’t taken part in a political march in awhile; maybe since undergrad.

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