A steeple repainted with a Star of David,the street still named for a saint— I don’t remember half the prayers I’ve said, even saying them, the words I mumbled, quoting God, distracted by the person beside me,swaying into his prayer [...]
A steeple repainted with a Star of David,the street still named for a saint— I don’t remember half the prayers I’ve said, even saying them, the words I mumbled, quoting God, distracted by the person beside me,swaying into his prayer [...]
