As I listen to the last few Prakim of the Nach Yomi cycle, a sense of fulfillment encompasses my soul. I am on the East Coast and the freezing cold does not penetrate my body or mind.

It is as if a protective layer of holiness wraps itself around the inside of my being.

A two year cycle has ended. Listening to the Navi is like cracking open a walnut. It reveals its........

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