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Long before anyone can remember, a small plot of land was enclosed by a fence.
14m read Translated from Georgian by William Tyson Sadleir
There is no moonlight. Of course. The First of Elul, cooler evenings, shorter days...
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I own four graves at the Beth David Cemetery in Elmont, Long Island. My father and his two brothers were in their thirties...
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