Something big has happened, something absolutely monumental. And to try to say what it means, to try to summarize it in a few sentences, could never do it justice. Here I am, thousands of miles and a handful of time zones away and I could still feel the electric hum of votes being cast and counted, and tipping slowly, steadily, and then all in a rush towards this amazing jolt to history and our times. I will never forget how it felt to be this excited about what an individual could do for our country. And I will always remember the thrill that real hope can inspire, the dizzying sensation that this thing could really happen. And now here we are, in a different place, with a different perspective, thinking of the possibilities that lie before us. And after Tuesday, isn't anything possible?
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The scene in Grant Park Tuesday night was unbelievable. What a great day. I still find myself smiling in pleasant surprise every couple of hours, thinking that we elected the guy who talked to us like adults.
EVERYTHING is possible - including taking a deep, refreshing breath for the first time in many, many years.
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