I patched up my life so I could sit in the autumn blue sipping frothy cappuccino with a sense of harmony and wholeness.
Not really. I couldn’t forge peace treaties, purge an old blight, fill voids with photons.
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I patched up my life so I could sit in the autumn blue sipping frothy cappuccino with a sense of harmony and wholeness.
Not really. I couldn’t forge peace treaties, purge an old blight, fill voids with photons.

About the Author
P. David Hornik is a writer and translator who lives in Beersheba, Israel. He is the author of the memoir Israel—A Place to Call Home: A Real-Life Story of Aliyah.
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I patched up my life so I could sit in the autumn blue sipping frothy cappuccino with a sense of harmony and wholeness.
Not really. I couldn’t forge peace treaties, purge an old blight, fill voids with photons.

About the Author
P. David Hornik is a writer and translator who lives in Beersheba, Israel. He is the author of the memoir Israel—A Place to Call Home: A Real-Life Story of Aliyah.
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