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In the picturesque landscape of Israel’s Galilee, where the soothing hum of our Neshikha beehives now mingles with the buzz of air force drones and echoes of distant aerial and artillery cross-border warfare, a recent quotidian journey to the annual beekeepers’ conference at the Volcani Agricultural Institute in Rehovot, in the country’s center, turned into an unexpected snapshot of Israel at war.
Across the yard
Where the Sukkah still stood
We could hear the beat to the drums of war
As we danced and rejoiced
With the holy Torah,
I warily turned the lock of the door
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