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Sunday, June 2, 2019
42 toward the Omer #2
malkhut shebyesod
This bird with the broken wing—how can we pass it by as it flutters and rolls across the sidewalk, but what are we doing by stopping? Things die, says Sam, whose house we are outside of, before carrying it to grass.
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