Israel Profiles

The Weaver

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She walked up the stairs to return to her work at the loom. Her energy filled the stone courtyard.

Me: May I take your photo?
Her: You want to take it while I’m working?
Me: No. Just you.

Because she didn’t need to do anything to be striking. All I needed was her gaze.

I asked her if the work was hard.

Her: You need a lot of focus and patience.
Me: So… it’s hard.

She smiled and was silent.

For now, she weaves and studies Chinese medicine.

For now, she seems to light up the world.

This is Tamar.

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