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</html><description>&nbsp; By Rev. Kelly Thibeault After a summer of waiting, the time has finally come. It is finished. After almost 24 years of childrearing, our nest is now empty. Our son, our youngest child, headed off to college in Nebraska a few weeks ago. I&#x2019;ve done a lot of thinking this summer, reminiscing over the&hellip;</description></oembed>
