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The tossed salad at our Soup Kitchen starts with lettuce from the Community Garden, planted by a Roma family waiting to hear their refugee status, tended by 70 year old David, who grew up on a kibbutz, harvested by the Sixth Grade class from down the street, washed by Mrs. Singh, recovering from a brain injury, dressed by Kaliyah, a Med student who comes when she’s got a free hour, shared by a family of the working poor who swallowed their pride to come here for the first time. They offer thanks and ask about the garden. And so it grows.
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