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But we've still got something left to give, to live for
Because neither of the next two nights works for everyone in my family to get together, we celebrated Erev Rosh Hashanah with apples and honey, roast chicken, challah, zucchini (accidental gourd!), and the honeycake my mother and I spent yesterday afternoon baking. I lit candles. I said the blessings. This year it looks like the Shehecheyanu is the important one. Here we still are to see this season in, bitter or sweet, but may it be sweet. May it be sweet. May the writing of our lives be nothing to atone for. L'shanah tovah, all.
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I truly feel we are owed a sweet year by this point. May it be so.