Stella was ferocious. She was hilarious. She was irresistible. She hated to be called an "inspiration", but she inspired me, because nobody I've ever met fought so hard, so uncompromisingly, for what she believed in. And she did it with a wicked smile and made you laugh your guts out the whole time.
Stella was a warrior who took on the injustice she saw in the world and refused to ever be defeated.
Stella was an artist who won your heart and changed your mind, forced you to think as easily as she forced you to laugh - or cry.
Stella was a teacher who opened my eyes to so much that I needed to know.
Stella was my friend. And I'm so incredibly proud, and so incredibly lucky, to be able to say that.
My words are so feeble today. If you don't know how extraordinary Stella was, read hers instead.
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