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My return trip, feels like a new beginning New sights and sounds, to rediscover. Judaism’s heart and soul lies within the city. Winding streets and twisting turns lead to the Kotel, the Holy of Holies. A religious center and my core. The cultural hub, tossed salad, or melting *** of the religious world. Burqas and Tallit, Tzitzis and Crosses, try, oh they try… to coexist.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
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My return trip, feels like a new beginning New sights and sounds, to rediscover. Judaism’s heart and soul lies within the city. Winding streets and twisting turns lead to the Kotel, the Holy of Holies. A religious center and my core. The cultural hub, tossed salad, or melting *** of the religious world. Burqas and Tallit, Tzitzis and Crosses, try, oh they try… to coexist.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
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