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Jerusalem
Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
Psalm 124
Where was Calvary indeed? So for now let's just do as the family next to me and drop alarmingly to our knees and kiss the stone. After all, does the literal truth of it matter? Aren't we kissing an idea?
David Hare, Via Dolorosa
