Well, another Yom Kippur is history. Another day of spiritual renewal, of breast-beating, of acknowledging that we’re human and make mistakes. Another tear-jerker sermon. Another afternoon nap. Another (almost) entire day in shul. Another day of mixed feelings: on the one hand, you’re glad it’s over (27 hours without food or water will do that to you), and on the other hand you want the emotions it engenders to last forever.
Another clean slate. For now.
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