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Over the days and weeks I spent on the plaza, I came to know Kyle with his wild blonde locks dancing in the breeze as he walked. Actually, he seemed to float over the ground, his excitement lifting him as he went. Initially, he and I talked about New England, home for both of us. He was from Maine, one of my favorite places on earth. As time went on, I saw that Kyle's vision was bigger than he could sometimes hold. This vision took him away from our camp many times. He left to participate in rallies, marches and any event that spoke to him, often marching for long distances. During a cold and wet November, Kyle and many others walked 300 miles from Occupy Wall Street in New York to our camp in D.C. As they neared the city, I went to march with them in the rain on their last five miles. Along the way, Kyle learned much and eagerly shared his experiences with us upon his return. Sometimes, he left to return to Maine to help his folks, traveling on foot, bicycle and by bus when he could afford it. Like many others who knew him, I am sad to see him go. He had so much to offer the world.
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