Didn't publish our posts on Tuesday when good folk were still looking for young Leiby Kletzky in Brooklyn.
Didn't publish any post once angel boy was found Wednesday.
There are no words, as we all know.
And there's no need to look up the story, to know the details.
You could find them, sure. But why?
Use your time to say a prayer for the boy.
And for his family.
Then find your own children, look at them, thanking G*d all the while.
And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!
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O Absalom, my son, my son!
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