I have not attended weekly services of any kind since I was in grad school. My most regular attendance was actually in college. (See also: how I learned to chant Torah in thirteen days when I was twenty-one years old.) That is nearly fifteen years ago now. Daylight Savings falls back and I remember that ma'ariv falls back, too, because now the sun sets an hour earlier. Fridays are all candles and steepening winter darkness from now on until the sun turns around at the solstice. It is interesting the things that stay in your head, the things that don't.
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- 1: My dream house is a negative space of rock
- 2: No, I'll build a cute flower border
- 3: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
- 4: If you don't want the death of the party after I'm gone, sing one for me
- 5: Life, a series of memorials and signals
- 6: Once you've gone, remains the question, baby
- 7: Does everybody know he's a ghost?
- 8: Broken like the earth or a name for a first love or a lesson in shame
- 9: I want to show you all the versions of myself
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