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He was a simple man. His trees
Were huge, one night he heard
An owl in their branches. His home
Was capacious, airy, a cat purred
On the counterpane. Most of all,
It felt alive, in it you felt
Encompassed, elevated, inspired,
Here, where your own blood brother dwelt.
Yaacov David Shulman