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I dreamed I gave
my long-lost Abba
crumbling books to read.

I dreamed I saw
my inquisitive son
sitting at Abba's knee.

Malkah no longer cared
whose stories were right and
whose were wrong.

She cared only that
people everywhere sought
to find their own beginnings.

And so Malkah began to dig,
trying to piece together
the fragments of the past.

Ugh, I was really enjoying the art in this book, but the current chapter is collage-style, and the Shutterstock watermark is visible on more than one page.

"Questions are exactly like
your dreams, Malkah,"
her father said.

"You don't have to believe in dreams
to follow where they lead."

"Our sages teach," her father said,
"that this is our world.

"Here, there are many broken things,
broken dreams, and even
broken hearts.

"The story of shattering is a
reminder that the world,
it does need fixing.

"And it is our job, Malkah,
to repair the broken pieces."