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PCE Mourns One of its Own

We have gathered here in very dark colours. The mood is a dark one too. Though the sun is shining, you are not smiling and none of us around is smiling. You are neatly dressed. Looking your usual handsome self. But that cannot even lift our spirits because you are trapped in a wooden piece with a glass screen. We can’t touch you. We can’t hug you.  We can only look at you as we pay our last respect. A happy-go-gay personality you had. Always vibrant, always smiling, always breezing into the conversation, always talking about one thing or the…

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