Those we remember never die


The old rabbi lay dying. Surrounding the bed, his disciples gathered, praying and weeping at the loss of their beloved teacher.

In the soft light the rabbi opened his eyes and saw the circle of gloomy faces. “Why are you so sad?”  he whispered between laboured breaths...

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