When I was a kid, my mother used to read me a story called, “In a Dark, Dark Wood.” It began like this: In the dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark house. And in the dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room. And in the dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark cupboard.
VaYakhel: “The heart, in those days, was small”
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VaYakhel: “The heart, in those days, was small”
When I was a kid, my mother used to read me a story called, “In a Dark, Dark Wood.” It began like this: In the dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark house. And in the dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room. And in the dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark cupboard.