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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
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There’s no one talking to me, no one phoning me, no one expecting anything from me