My own affliction could not compare to that of my exiled - TopicsExpress



          

My own affliction could not compare to that of my exiled ancestors, but as I ate matzo that night, I considered that I had arrived in New Mexico feeling wounded and heartsick. A widow is always a kind of stranger: perceived as set apart, different, to be pitied. I had started to see myself that way, too. But here in New Mexico, I felt none of that; instead, I felt only comfort and compassion. trib.al/3ifT2ms
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 03:06:31 +0000

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