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It won’t be summer, it will just be a firefly in a jar. Let the firefly go
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“If only he knew how much I needed to hear those exact words”
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How I envied the camaraderie he described My father reminisced about the camp that he knew, back in the Old Country, There he sometimes ran barefoot in the long grass — even in the snow! He and his friends would arise before dawn and go on long walks early in the morning while singing the
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I think I have forgotten to turn off the auto-pilot mode of thoughtlessness
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“As long as I put my marriage first, I’ll always remain a kallah”
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The horrors of our exile defy my attempts to normalize them
