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I’m Dreaming of My School’s Sukkah


The sound of metal folding chairs scraping against rocky parking lot asphalt always gives me the chills -- but only in a good way. To me it's the sound of Sukkot in the Shaarei Tefila sukkah, where I ate soggy tuna sandwiches and carrot sticks out of rumpled paper bags for most of my childhood Sukkots.

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