In the spirit of Rosh Hashanah, I bring you one of my favorite poems, which is often read in my synagogue as part of the service on the second day:
The Paint-Box
I had a paint-box
Each color glowing with delight;
I had a paint-box with colors
Warm and cool and bright.
I had no red for wounds and blood,
I had no black for an orphaned child,
I had no white
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How have you been? I hope you had lots of fun on your vacation
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I think the best way to describe how I've been is busy--lots to do before the surgery and all that, so I kinda feel like I haven't stopped or had a moment to myself in a long while. O.o
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*huggles and luvvles*
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