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Mara Acel-Green

Almost six months since Passover, and still I hear, next year may we all be free. I miss the feeling of the prayer book, the smell of the sanctuary, the kiddish. I turn toward a new year’s hope, a reconfigured temporary community. My prayer: we work for a shared freedom.

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