Key

Today our group visited an historic church after hours. The priest let us in with the key, it’s as big as your hand…

  
It reminded me of posters and signs on ‘the wall’ in Palestine. Generations of people have been waiting to go back to homes they were forced out of and open the front door with old keys from before 1948.

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