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A Photo,
A Memory
Of Israel
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AtAli*A Viax,
Miriam Liebman cherishes her
memories of Israel.
I Miriam Liebman
I Special to AppleTree
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4/21
2000
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M
y legs were aching, but I
wanted to keep going. A
big grin grew over my
face, and with each step I took my
glowing face got brighter and
brighter.
I was all alone, just me, no one
else. The rest of my family was
behind and Alon (our guide) was in
front of me. My eyes captured
everything — all of the red rocks
and little pieces of gravel, and the
colorful sunset. I didn't need my
camera to take the pictures; my
mind could capture all the memories.
The gravel path crunched every
time I took a step. The sand would
fly up into the air, making clouds of
white dust. There were millions and
millions of tiny white and gray
stones, just like the millions and mil-
lions of memories I have from Israel.
When the white cloud of dust got
on me, I could feel every grain of
sand touch my dirty legs. The smell
was like a little itching in my nose.
Orange, red and pink colors float-
ed through my mind as they did
through the desert sky in Israel. Half
of the sun was still brightly shining;
covering up the other half were the
colors of the sunset.
The perfect red rocks looked
almost as though thousands of years
ago someone had actually painted
all of the rocks red. The desert was
like a big mural, not painted by
Monet, Michelangelo or Degas, but
a big mural painted by God.
Standing on top of them was like
standing on top of the world.
My deepest feelings were no
longer buried deep inside me when
I stood on top of the rocks. I felt the
whole world would know every-
thing from deep down inside that
dark hole just from the smile on
my face.
I remember searching the sky and
taking pictures — two of them.
They were the last two on the roll of
film, but never my last memory of
the desert. All the camera did was
paint the picture more clearly, but
my mind was the real camera. I
snapped the photo in my mind. I
Miriam Liebman, 13, of Farmington
Hills is an eighth grader at Hillel
Day School of Metropolitan Detroit
in 'Farmington
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