It all started long ago when they landed on what was then a small mountaintop in Eretz Yisrael inhabited by a handful of pioneering Anglo souls.
As I was also there I know that there was one long winding road flanked by a few Arab villages with amazingly white stones — one lone doctor a van ride away and one van for the entire moshav.
Their first year in Israel they were blessed with “unexpected” twins — and an unexpected sorely felt lack of family — that’s when the people around them became their family.
Family is usually comprised of a group of people we’re born into. In this case as they were born into Eretz Yisrael through their small unsteady steps neighbors became family. In time though they all went their separate ways.
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