Last night, Rebecca opened her home to all us goys and showed us how to celebrate Pesach. We read from a Haggidah she'd compiled herself, and ate Maror and Charoset Matzo sandwiches and parsley dipped in salt water, and drank all the glasses of wine at the appropriate times, and laughed and were raucous and interrupted each other, and remembered those who are oppressed, and sang loudly, and opened the door for Elijah. And then we watched The Ten Commandments.
It was a beautiful, beautiful evening.
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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
-Mary Oliver
-Mary Oliver
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