I'm home. A kibbutznik picked me up from the airport at 1:30am, with strong hugs and questions about the trip, which was far above and beyond the call of comradeship, in my opinion. It felt so much like coming home.
I am home.
(And thank G-d home is 65 degrees with no humidity, because that South Florida business was really getting to me. Making my skin all soft and not-flaky and stuff. How irritating.)
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