People are strange, when you’re a stranger.
Streets are uneven, when you’re down.
It’s my one year anniversary of being in Israel and I’m still debating whether or not an op-ed is worthy of my argument, or if I should tell people how I really feel about them, after they’ve let me down. I guess some things never change, but they kinda do…
Shadows are clearer in this new spring-sprung-sunshine, I must have missed them the first time around.