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And while I cried and shook in the awe of finally being there, I longed to be closer still

My luchos are crude and homely and uninspiring

“Seven days of shivah is enough; why spend all your life like that?”

Those tefillos that only a mother can whisper for her child

“One never reaches perfection, but is always striving toward more and more”

“Not to wait for someone to touch my heart, but to open my heart to touch them first”