And while I cried and shook in the awe of finally being there, I longed to be closer still
“But it wasn‘t like that at all. The Kosel, overwhelmingly larger than all the pictures, was so forlorn in its isolation; it was a tease, a fragment of what it had been, what it could be. And while I cried and shook in the awe of finally being there, I longed to be closer still. Like a morsel to a starving man, it only whetted my appetite.”
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 802)
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