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“The taste of moon is like honey to all honeymooners, but after some years does the moon's scar make it bitter?”

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“After all, I am glad I am a Jewess. And I do not say this with the defensive aggressiveness that the phrase ‘and proud of it’ usually carries. Devils, rebels or angels, poets or peddlers, princes or pawnbrokers, we really are not so bad, after all. At least we are interesting. Quote taken from the following book: "From Meidelach to Matriarchs~ A Journal”

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