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They are trusting, these girls, baring vulnerabilities, some in front of the group, some just on paper

Why else would Hashem take the trouble to arrange such wild circumstances to ensure I buy this book?

We got busy with summer and vacation plans and sometime when we weren’t looking the red plant grew. It crept along the wall, hugging the fence

The days passed, and the caterpillars followed the kit’s promises to a t. They wriggled, they fell, they ate, they spun silk

Knowing that hundreds of us were making our way on foot to the last remaining Wall made it all connect somehow. I had to come back

Do I have that same kavod? Though I’m dressed more appropriately, I’m watching from the sidelines and can’t even manage to be wholeheartedly present