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68 ∂ WindoW, bird, sky dAy one | First dAy oF rosh hAshAnAh The Gift Sitting before a window, with no desire but to see with the heart, clearly: you watch the shadows come and go, you let yourself be forgiven. Clouds cross the sky, mending the roughened edges here and there, partway through your life. ...

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