i wish i was jewish because it seems like i would have thousand year old wisdom in my black-polished fingers stroking big thick wooden necklaces, long thick black braided hair, and israeli blood coursing through my veins and i would light candles late at night and eat flat bread and motza soup which have always appealed to my palette, and fall out of step with the mainstream christmas flashing lights and in stream with the dirty feet of moses, scratched and torn from the rose thorns, holding up a small lantern in the heavy dark of night. i feel like jewish heritage has meaning, a pendant to carry, a middle-wordly warm-hearted, ancient glow flowing from it. i would be pure as the warm yeastless dough i'd hold in my weathered hands.
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