"Look at all the people who come down the steps each day to the Kotel. Why do you think they come here? Because they are happy? Look at us. Homelessim”
Delete. Delete. The cursor moves backward, blink-blink-blink, erase, erase.
Who used dear anymore, outside of high school letter-writing assignments?
And G-d…
What did that mean, anyway? Dear Higher Power. Dear Question Mark. Dear Mystery. Dear Loving but Rather Well Hidden Father?
Delete. Delete.
Just the Question.
And for ten dollars — she clicks on the credit card box, fills in the three-digit-code in the Google pop-up — and her message is on its way to the Western Wall.
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