Chanukah didn’t fully reach me until after it was over this year. I needed some distance on it, falling as it did alongside Christmas like two runners in parallel lanes reaching for the light and the buffet table at the same time. Now in retrospect, I see myself watching the last candles of the eighth night burn down and feeling the spiritual depth of w…
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