DAY 31: THE RIVER MIDNIGHT

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Before dawn, when the souls of the dead hovered in the greying sky, the women gathered in the synagogue courtyard. They carried candles, the white shawls they wore over head and shoulders floating in the misty dawn like the souls of their grandmothers…

A great story to read at this time of year, when we draw close to the days where the veil between the worlds thins. Our thoughts turn to our ancestors and we begin to wonder about who they were, what their stories were and where it is that we come from.

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