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reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
I LOVE this piece…but then…I am her. In another room, another place, another life. Still the same. Thank you Adina. Beautifully said.
I really relate to this. It is me!
Wow, my Adina! It takes my breath away.
If I were a poet, I’d print this poem, role it up, put you on your knees and knight you with it.
You were a wonderful child. You were bright, funny, talkative, and beautiful. You always brought such joy and happiness to everyone around you (and still do). It was those Friday night Shabbot dinners with you and your cousins that made me look so forward to having my own children.
Uncle Marc