She knows. Ze knows. She doesn't know. They know. He doesn't know. That's the thing I do on mornings like these. I look at faces. And wonder if they know. Our eyes meet and I can always tell if they're carrying the weight too. Those soul windows are a clear indicator of whether they know her name or that once again the notion that "all lives matter" has been disproven because his didn't. Thing is, some eyes never seem to know and others never have a chance at not knowing. Many of those spi[...]