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When I was growing up, my Mom always fixed some kind of wilted something. It was either cabbage or lettuce, I think, but I never ate it. Too gross looking, looked like seaweed...hahah. I don't fix anything for superstitious reasons. I'm not really superstitious at all.
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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