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Yom Kipper. Central Jerusalem. My little nephew Meir jumped in a fountain illuminated by lights that changed colors. Was that not time to celebrate? Must we mourn ourselves before our passing? We can all be forgiven by the day itself and the fast, and who knows what we could achieve if we give our whole selves over to heavy prayers and if we were all 3 like Meir was and happy as a lotto winner like he was? We could all be jumping in the shallow fountains of Jerusalem, our knees rising up and down in the water, colors changing like our fate for the year.
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Baruch November is the author of Bar Mitzvah Dreams (Main Street Rag, 2019).

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“ We could all be jumping in
the shallow fountains of Jerusalem…”
But in the world there is no peace and man can only sink.
Useless struggles between brothers, in the name of which, I wonder.
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Thank you, Marina.
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