
Yes, that's the young man, still nameless, but unmistakably Pesky's.
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Just last week, a neighbor and I stood at Rachella's grave reminiscing about our friend who is no longer dancing with us in this world. Rachella loved children, and we must take comfort in her children, their children and the children growing up Shvut Rachel, established in her memory.
Yes, the 6:30am bus is not just a commuter bus; it's a synagogue, too.
And this week when I was in Machane Yehuda, Jerusalem's open air market, I saw the first Kosher for Passover signs.
Could it be?
Yes, it could
Something's coming, something good...
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