They know that I will read it. And yet they write about their lives, and their hopes and struggles They are already gathering their stuff, perhaps only to throw them out as soon as I leave. I blink, and the window at the back, the one spilling sun, beckoning them outdoors, darkens. We are back
Baila Lieber and Esther Leah Grossman
They know that I will read it. And yet they write about their lives, and their hopes and struggles They are already gathering their stuff, perhaps only to throw them out as soon as I leave. I blink, and the window at the back, the one spilling sun, beckoning them outdoors, darkens. We are back
Aliza Feldman and Riki Goldring