Love is when your professor, whom you miss dearly, gives you a necklace and string of prayer beads. Day by day, though small brave acts. Love is also the broken sickness you feel at the thought of her not being back next year. Love is a new d.

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Musings of a Ryan Gosling-loving Rabbinical student. My dad taught me how to ride waves. He loved that feeling of being free. I was frightened of the ocean. I hated that feeling of being small. Not feeling the ground beneath my feet. Being grabbed by a wave and carried away from the safety of his arms. Sometimes waves are so strong that they pick you up and toss you under the sea.

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