I might be in our apocalyptic future, foraging for food in ashes and not crunching charred crust in my teeth. Everything is artisan when it's one of a kind
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
The town was finally sick of the constant complaining. And this time, the rabbi was on their side.
There is light from overhead. And there is full-moon light that leaks through your walls. Light that seeps through...
I always expected to get rescued, not to do the rescuing.
For thirteen years I never knew not to wear a tallis.
