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The small front garden was ablaze with colours and bursting with birdsong. The bright flowers of late summer were talking to each other intimately in their own, wordless language.

— Esther Kreitman Yikhes (1949)

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The alleyway exuded an air of Yom Kippur - beautiful, sad and eerily quiet.

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People make their way through the library like a dense forest, not knowing where it begins or where it will end. ("Two Libraries")

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The teacher is still basking in the beauty of his own creativity, when he realises that his only listeners are the walls. ("Two Libraries")

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The air downstairs in the cellar was grey and foggy. It smelled of mould and the chill of graves.

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The earth lay there like a corpse prepared for an autopsy, its innards wet and glistening. Sewage pipes were sticking out everywhere, like intestines falling out of an open belly.

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