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While painting this familiar image I was filled with memories of a child. Moments when I sat quietly in the synagogue on Shabbat, with the familiar scent of old wood and candle wax surrounding me. My coat was snug around me, and I watched as my father wrapped his tallit over his shoulders, joining the other men in prayer. The synagogue was small but far from simple. I remember being mesmerized by the intricate decorations in the synagogue. Every time I entered, I couldn’t help but run my fingers over the carved wood of the ark and trace the delicate patterns woven into the curtains. The chandeliers glimmered softly, casting a warm glow on the golden accents and the richly embroidered tapestries that hung on the walls. Each detail felt like it had a purpose like it was guiding me closer to G-d. Even as a child, I felt deeply connected to something beyond myself through these ornate designs—they made the space feel sacred as if the beauty of the synagogue was a reflection of the divine presence that filled it. In those moments, surrounded by such intricate beauty, I felt a quiet stillness in my soul, a closeness to G-d that was both comforting and awe-inspiring.
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