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We kids were in a bubble of oblivion, sure that our grandparents existed solely to smother us with endless love, fun, and nosh
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Later, as I pushed the double stroller home, I mulled over her statement. Wisdom? Me?
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I went away for Yom Kippur, and prayed that it would be written in the Sefer Hamaves
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No destinations penciled in. No times jotted down. No deadlines marked. Nothing