Friday February 19, 2021

Four more inches of dry powder. The stream has shrunk to the thinnest black ribbon between white cliffs—a body that refuses to be buried.

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  1. Yes. thank you….this fits my general mood in the face of covid, and all kinds of family trauma going on distant geographically and right inside of my body these cold/snowy Feb. days. Poetry and constant Torah study and love in my household saving me. You’re a daily part of this three-legged stool.

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    1. Thanks, Susan, that’s really gratifying to hear. I fancy the design of this site is even vaguely Talmudic, with the sidebar column of alternate readings for every given date. :) Spring is right around… er, several corners, probably. Hang in there!

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