twenty eight in through the looking glass.
- Oct. 29, 2017, 10:49 a.m.
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The very first thing I wrote in my journal about David, half a lifetime ago: “And nothing really happened anyways. But I still feel special.”
And that same year, the very first thing I wrote about Judaism: “I am too curious about it. But…“
I was fourteen at the time. Who would have guessed then how much these two sentiments would still be shaping my life fourteen years later?
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