More empty chairs than not
We’ll sit at the table alone
But how can we bemoan our fate
When our children could still come home
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More empty chairs than not
We’ll sit at the table alone
But how can we bemoan our fate
When our children could still come home
Miriam Roskind is just your average person who sometimes experiences so much sadness that it overflows into words. And when that's not happening, she has a day job in high-tech and 2 soldiers (one miluim and one sadir) to worry about and feed (when given the opportunity). |
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The morning of October 7th began like any other Saturday for me—coffee, news updates, planning my day. Then my phone