Parsha Noah by David Hartley Mark

“Noah—oh, for the love of Marduk—Noah! Wake up!” I had been walking in a sunny vale, chasing after yellow-golden butterflies; I could not catch them, though I swear, my feet felt as light as when I was a little boy: the breeze ruffled my hair, I heard birds singing sweetly; not too far-off, there, amid […]