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: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 2: Out in space, coast to coast
- 3: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 4: To the green field by the sea
- 5: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 6: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 7: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 8: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 9: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
- 10: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
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