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~Ross Wein, Class of 2027

The whoosh of the wind as it blows my kippah off my head at Temple Emunah.
The whoosh of the people running out of Hebrew school. 
The whoosh of my dad’s hand, grabbing my brother's kippah.
The whoosh of my dad’s breath, telling my brother to be careful.
The whoosh of people walking by, with intent that I’ll never know.
The whoosh of fear over me as the chaos begins in Zion.
The whoosh of worry, which makes me wonder, Is it okay to be a Jew?
The whoosh of the flames in my mind, taking away my innocence. 
Nothing’s for certain anymore, except tomorrow I’ll feel the whoosh of the wind.