It is almost Shabbat here, in New York. This means that Shabbat has long descended on Jerusalem, the city of my dreams.
Today, Israel is suffering again. No time, or strength to talk about the reasons of these deadly fires.
Just these words, written long time ago bringing me back to it, again and again.
When the sun’s going down
And the golden your stones start to speak
If we just try to listen
To the stories and cries that are hidden with every street….
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem!
Noshing Across the Nation 
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