Sederbound
Yes, last night was very different from all other nights. Only not, on account of I have been going to Seders at the home of my cousins, Gregg and Ruth, for a good 30 years. And they have been good. I am mostly good myself, only a bit less now owing to the mortal gear shifting currently underway, vis-à-vis independence. Still, last night was a help in many ways. Largely because, as they say, the journey was more important than the destination. Or at least as important.
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