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By Jayne Cohen
Published 2000
1 and 2 Tishri (September or October)
The pineapple groans under her sharp knife like a live fish. Its juice, like white blood, trickles onto my fingers. I lick them. It is a tart-sweet taste.
Is this the taste of the New Year?
—
BELLA CHAGALL ,BURNING LIGHTS
Some of the townspeople stood on the wooden bridge reciting the “tashlikh”; others lined the river banks. Young women took out their handkerchiefs and shook out their sins. Boys playfully emptied their pockets to be sure no transgressions remained.
—
ISAAC BASHEVIS SINGER , “TASHLIKH ”
