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Menorah Lights Our Way


For three years, I lived in an apartment in Jerusalem next to a bus stop. The rhythm of my life quickly adapted to the bus schedule. Just by looking out my bedroom window, I knew exactly when to leave the house in order to catch the bus. When I returned to California, I assumed my life's association with buses would end. But this was not to be. I live in a neighborhood where buses abound. And they're just as loud as those of Jerusalem. But the associations couldn't be more different.

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