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Yael Zoldan
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Rachel Glass
The Interior of Design
With me, numbers have never been just numbers; they’re characters with their own distinctive personalities. It’s just the way it is S ome tell me that this is all a creation of my mind, conjured up to help me process things since you went, but they’re wrong. It’s been like this ever since I can
Miri Lichtman
The Interior of Design
With me, numbers have never been just numbers; they’re characters with their own distinctive personalities. It’s just the way it is S ome tell me that this is all a creation of my mind, conjured up to help me process things since you went, but they’re wrong. It’s been like this ever since I can
Encore
“It’s not my decision, Reb Sholom, it’s yours. I’m just sharing my perspective. If you want to go at it, you’re on your own”
Dov Haller
Encore
Avi Korman believed in clean breaks, and he knew what he had to do
Dov Haller
Calligraphy
Now Jacob’s pathetic cries were a mockery, and I trembled, my knees pulled tight up to my chin. I could not, would not hold him in my arms and watch him slip away. Not again
Perl Weisz
Calligraphy
“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
Michal Marcus
Diplomatic Notes with Malcolm Hoenlein
As Iran dashes for the bomb, Israel may be preparing to act
Gedalia Guttentag
Diplomatic Notes with Malcolm Hoenlein
Any threat to the unity of Jerusalem under Jewish control is not something that Israel or world Jewry can yield to
Gedalia Guttentag
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