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: When you turn a solemn promise to a blatant lie
- 2: Reading your mind is like foreign TV
- 3: If one year's backā on my shoulder
- 4: Me, I'm a rotten audience before I've had my coffee
- 5: I'm not on my own
- 6: You know what comes right after the dark
- 7: I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy Bay
- 8: Kicking a peach pit till I worry it's blue
- 9: I liked you better when you weren't cool
- 10: Oysters, shards of glass from the sea
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