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Miriam Diamond


I miss yameinu c'kedem; being amid others - their ideas, songs, laughter, silences. Nowadays my companions are poets reaching from another century. Lea Goldberg confides of waiting in a cafe at night, longing for her beloved. Yehuda Amichai shares prophesies granted by fruit acquired at an outdoor market. Together we pray.

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