Soothing Shabbat peace, inevitable wicked weekday wars, sniffing sweet yummy b'somim spice, smelling salt, fainting soft and easy in a smooth chair. Havdalah the mathematical counting without a calculator, 3 stars, even stars have names. Some Shabbat uneasiness, mouth now thirsting, her mouth bleeding, lost footing, fell, paid next day without delay: Talmud worker's ethics. Binah, no more blood, hey! There was understanding and hesed, "Honey my hunger healed." He considered compassion. She did not. Then there was mizkir, "to make mention," mentioned after never mentioned, then mentioned again. 10 sages killed, Jacob's family's curse. Manasseh means forget family hardships. She is Nisha, instant light, Torah study, all over the face of the earth. "Do not hate your brother in your heart," unless your brother is Shechem, father of Dina's child: excommunication, alleviation, relieves hardships. Distancing and disappearance, does not make the heart grow fonder, but makes it grow Fonda: Other hearts growing instead, love hovering around. Considered Yom Kippur, she wanted to be forgiven, so I forgave her. Our hearts will grow apart, green leaves on 2 separate flowers after the seedlings have dropped and blown away. Windy day, tornadoes, mud slides... weaned like a duckling without wonder, under, b'neath the surface. Alas, will plan for prophesy--for tomorrow, today.
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