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Friday

The glorious sunset / on my way home from visiting my parents / reminded me of our first apartment in Herzliya. / We could look out to the horizon from our balcony and even see the sea. / At sunset my father would invite us to the balcony / to watch him create a sunset for us. / He gestured paintbrush strokes with his hands / a dab of orange here / a dash of yellow there / directing / conducting / the most beautiful sunsets. /