Music that brings back memories of fun weekends in the Galilee. With the dark eyes of the night, gazing into the vast canopy of glinting stars. Over the Golan Heights, a giant shimmering orange moon. Giggling with Sue, as we gathered firewood from the lakeshore. Leslie who loved being in charge of the barbecue. The saucy twinkle, in Kevin’s bluest of blue eyes. He always uncorked the wine. Swaying palm fronds. A silver sea of ripples, the lake's intimate, cooling breeze. Firelight and fireflies, the carefree happiness we had then. The roads we travelled to share those moments. Each one of us, with a life history. Friendships formed, simply because we were there.
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