Once upon a time there was a Jewish man named Moses. He lived in Israel and had since the 1960s, not long after the country was formally recognized as a state on the world stage. He was a devout man, orthodox, the sort who wore the black hat and had the sides of his hair hanging down in curls. Every day, for over fifty years, he had gone and prayed a…
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