Sometimes, living in Tzur Hadassah, hanging and taking down laundry in the cool evening breeze, I feel like I exist in a countryside painting.
And sometimes, I feel like I live in the opening for Weeds.
Sometimes, living in Tzur Hadassah, hanging and taking down laundry in the cool evening breeze, I feel like I exist in a countryside painting.
And sometimes, I feel like I live in the opening for Weeds.
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