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Before his student left for Yerushalayim, the Sanzer Rav cried out: “Send my love. Tell her I’m coming. Slowly, limping, but I’m coming.” Sometimes all Yerushalayim is waiting for… is our regards.
By Rav Shlomo KatzBefore his student left for Yerushalayim, the Sanzer Rav cried out: “Send my love. Tell her I’m coming. Slowly, limping, but I’m coming.” Sometimes all Yerushalayim is waiting for… is our regards.