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A Birthday Message For The 61 Year Old

My beloved is celebrating her 61st birthday today. As she enters her 60's, one step closer to hitting three figures, she basks in the glory of the years that have passed her along the way.

It hasn't been an easy journey, reaching this 61st anniversary.

She has borne many tragedies on her rocky path, but she's still climbing up the mountain, braving the storms, thunder and lightning and overcoming all the obstacles that are hurtled at her on a daily basis.

Throughout her 61 years, she has been beaten, battered and bruised, but her friends - her real friends - have been there with her, every step of the way. We, her companions, admirers and devotees know that, despite the harm we may cause ourselves by allying ourselves so selflessly with her cause, it's worth it and always will be.

On this special day, the anniversary of your "modern" birth, we salute you and continue to thank G-d for the fact that you are still here and still breathing, emitting a heartbeat that is heard around the world.

We will never abandon you, through thick and thin because you are nothing less than the blood that flows through our veins.

Happy birthday dearest, dearest friend.

Yom Huledet sameach, my 61 year old - 5000 year old companion.

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