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Trish Davies ๐Ÿ’™๐ŸŽ—

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Mom, wife, Gran, sister, daughter, aunt, social worker, manager, photographer and lover of life! all views my own... ๐Ÿ’™

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internet hall of fame (@interneth0f) 's Twitter Profile Photo

After a 16-year-old teenager was murdered... his friends brought his coffin to the place where he always played football and made him score one last goal โค๏ธ๐Ÿฅน

Israel ื™ืฉืจืืœ (@israel) 's Twitter Profile Photo

One photo. It tells an entire story. It started with hate. But it didnโ€™t end there. Today we remember the six million men, women and children murdered in the Holocaust. We promise to never stop sharing their stories.

One photo. It tells an entire story. 

It started with hate. But it didnโ€™t end there. 

Today we remember the six million men, women and children murdered in the Holocaust. 

We promise to never stop sharing their stories.
MarshFamilySongs (@marshsongs) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Here's a ๐ŸŽถ twist on Coldplay's thumping #VivaLaVida we're calling "Puppets on a Kremlin String?" It reflects on the grotesque disrespectful media spectacle hosted by #Trump & #Vance yesterday at the White House. In solidarity with Volodymyr Zelenskyy / ะ’ะพะปะพะดะธะผะธั€ ะ—ะตะปะตะฝััŒะบะธะน ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ #SlavaUkraini #Dontabandonthem

Carla Fonseca Mokgata (@batukmusica) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Athol Fugard shaped the stages we walk on. His words were never just ink on paperโ€ฆ it was blood, sweat, and historyโ€ฆalive, urgent, necessary. He taught us that theatre is not escape, but confrontation. That truth, no matter how painful, must be spoken. Today, we mourn. โค๏ธ

Athol Fugard shaped the stages we walk on. His words were never just ink on paperโ€ฆ it was blood, sweat, and historyโ€ฆalive, urgent, necessary. He taught us that theatre is not escape, but confrontation. That truth, no matter how painful, must be spoken.

Today, we mourn. โค๏ธ