"Erika De La Cruz said she created the Reddit group r/OcalaBlueDots after seeing TikTok users calling for protests in the Ocala area. In less than two months, she said the Reddit community has grown to 280 members and continues to expand alongside the protests.

"We're just trying to get out there and build a community and show that there are people like us who think like us in a predominantly red area," said De La Cruz, who added that she was leading protests of four people less than two months ago."

It was pretty cool, really.... protestors with signs on both sides of the main drag through the entrance to downtown. I didn't know about it, but happened to be driving by, so I got out there for a while. Long enough to wish a Trumper good luck with their Soc Sec.

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But it seemed pretty successful considering where it was, and drew a lot of attention on Saturday.

Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours
In an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your hometown
Waiting for someone
Or something to show you the way

[Chorus: Richard Wright]
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

[Verse 2: David Gilmour]
And you run, and you run
To catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around
To come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way
But you're older
Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

[Chorus: Richard Wright]
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

[Part II: Breathe (In the Air) (Reprise)]

[Outro: David Gilmour]
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells