I remember a time when months were twenty-four hours long.

I remember when November 7th was twenty-four hours after October 7th, and when twenty-four hours later it was December 7th.

I remember …

… when every sound, face, sigh, boom, voice: dragged us back into the dark pit of the 7th.

I’m there again.

This past Shabbat, Eli Sharabi, Ohad Ben Ami, and Or Levi emerged from the hellish tunnels of Gaza, or was it Dachau?

This past Shabbat we were grabbed by the throat. A hand squeezed us blue. Aghast, again.

It’s ‘25. Just twenty-four hours since ‘45. From never.

Again.

This past Shabbat was suddenly that Shabbat. Black Shabbat.

This past Shabbat wasn’t February 8th, it was October 8th.

And already, another is creeping up again. Another dreaded........

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