The Pure Element of Time
Haim Be’er
1998
Many years later, in London, Father was once again revealed to me in that long-ago evening in Ramat Poriya, sitting on the fence with the Kinnereth lying like a carcass behind him, but this time the rays of the setting sun fell straight on him and turned him gold. That day, one of the last days of the month of Tammuz, was the anniversary of his…
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