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It felt like the darkest morning of the year. Torrential rains poured down on my hour-long drive from Jerusalem to Ashdod. The Brit Milah was scheduled to start so early I had to leave in the dark and daven upon arrival. In addition to the early departure, and the cloudy skies, it was Hannukah –– by definition the darkest time of year.
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