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Shiva in the Pessach home is unique. Visitors stream in and out, and a special warmth exudes throughout the house. Behind me, an enlarged happy family photo takes up a large section of a wall. Along
October 24th, 2024 It’s been a year of pain and wordsThe year has endedThe words have goneBut the pain won’t let us goIt’s been a year of waiting and prayingThe year is overThe prayers fading, each
October 6th, 2024 Time goes onBut we stay the sameA year has gone byBut nothing has changedThe tears keep fallingJust like yesterdayThe pain keeps callingIt won’t go awayDown south the timeItself stands stillUp north the sirensLoud
October 1st, 2024 October nowOctober thenThe time betweenOctober rainsThe ground still dry hereNothing growsOctober daysWe never choseFall turned winterSummer from springOctober stillThrough everything
It is too early and too late to dream.My sister-God braids my hair forit has grown since the mirrors wore black. It is too early to die, too late to be born.I have carrots to chop,
Uncle Yosele, may you rest peacefullyoutside Tel Aviv in the makeshift hospitalwhere cousin Bati watches over you.She told me how you hid under a carfor two days without water,how you saw your son Ron massacredholding the