August 26, 1996 ~ September 28, 2016
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born and time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which was planted.
A time to kill and a time to heal, a time to break down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.
Godspeed to you on your journey, Hobbes. Until we see you again.
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