Every blade of grass has an angel watching over it, whispering, ‘Grow…grow.’ ~the Talmud
I choose to believe the angel watching over me is named Dad. Today would have been his 71st birthday.
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Every blade of grass has an angel watching over it, whispering, ‘Grow…grow.’ ~the Talmud
I choose to believe the angel watching over me is named Dad. Today would have been his 71st birthday.
