Remembering the Sabbath Day
Every Saturday, I was exiled to the old country, serving time amidst plastic-covered furniture, buttocks sticking and pulling free, glooming in my grandparents’ grey…
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Artful dispatches from the places where we find ourselves
Every Saturday, I was exiled to the old country, serving time amidst plastic-covered furniture, buttocks sticking and pulling free, glooming in my grandparents’ grey…
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