"An ancient breeze blows through the olive trees; I feel I've been here many times before. I place my hand on the warm blocks of stone, smoothed by centuries of caresses. Ripened pomegranates, swaying palms, and the haunting melody coming from the old tower...Jerusalem, I am home." - Gilat Ben-Dor
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