When the rain, I see
For the second night of Hanukkah, I finally met in person my godchild's twelve-year-old Eastern box turtle, Mr. Slow.

I grew up hearing the stories of the Glixman turtles which my mother told to her siblings throughout their migratory, mid-century childhood. They carried their homes with them.
spatch and the cats have lit the second night's candle for health.

I grew up hearing the stories of the Glixman turtles which my mother told to her siblings throughout their migratory, mid-century childhood. They carried their homes with them.

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He will climb up their shirt and nestle with them. He has also been known to play the thumb piano.