I am blind. I have never known the beauty of sight. I know nothing of color or race, I only know sound; the sweet melody of birds chirping, the soothing sound of rain, the heartening familiar rustle of my beloved approaching me. But alas, the most beautiful sound I have ever heard was the thud of Ashli Babbitt’s corpse hitting the Capitol floor.
[dictated from Veroniiica voice technology]
