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: Here we are in the summer rain again
- 2: I'm the left hand ticking on the timeless clock
- 3: To cormorant to samphire to plover
- 4: You're on, music master
- 5: Hope and anger in the ink and on the streets
- 6: Rewriting old excuses, delete the kisses at the end
- 7: In those days, I still believed in the future
- 8: At last she got acquainted with a rambling mad playactor
- 9: That fine girl of mine's on the Georgia Line
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