The Holocaust Museum is hauntingly beautiful. The last time that I went there was right before my Bat Mitzvah (around age 12) and while it had a profound impact on me then, as an adult, that feeling was amplified significantly. Walking around the exhibits, carrying a "passport" bearing the name of someone who was killed during the Holocaust, one can't help but think about the terrifying and awful experiences that they went through...and how fortunate I am to have never seen such horror in my lifetime. I can't imagine exactly what they went through, but it brings me to tears just thinking about it.
In other news, it's snowing again!!
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