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Life, I think, is a series of rehearsals

for the real show. In a rehearsal you can still

make changes, cut out a sentence, add a line

of dialogue, switch

actors, directors, theaters—up until the real show.

Then there is no changing. And it makes no difference

that you can’t make a difference:

The show closes right after opening night.

from I Foretell the Days of Yore

Chana Bloch & Chana Kronfeld, translation from
the Hebrew written by Yehuda Amichai

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