Photo prompt: Na’ama Yehuda The rain swelled and lessened, as did the line of people, standing dutifully in the raw, spitting day. “How long?” A woman asked, leaning heavily on her cane. “They’ll let you in,” I said, pointing. “You don’t need to stand in the long line.” “What if they won’t? I don’t … Continue reading Hold My Spot
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