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What constantly comes to mind when I think about Ahmaud Arbery is Psalms 137:4. It’s how I feel right now. By the waters of Babylon,there we sat down and wept,when we remembered Zion.On the willows therewe hung up our lyres.For there our captorsrequired of us songs,and our tormentors, mirth, saying,“Sing us one of the songs…