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A guitar would dangle deftly from my shoulders, untouched, as my arms lace sweaty shoulders on each side and, in unified song, the chorus swells, “You fall down, you get back up. You fall down, you get back up.”
Then the song would slow and, swaying side to side, eyes shut tight, I’d begin speaking.
“Chevreh, heilige chevreh. A muhl it happens in life that there are shverkeiten, challenges.”
Eyes clench tighter, head shakes with vigor, voice raises slightly.
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