The Edge of the Promised Land
‘There are giants in the land’ they say, ‘and we are like grasshoppers in their eyes and in in ours.’
Sh’lach Lecha
Grasshopper
They locked eyes in the darkness and he could faintly make out the contours of her face. Her brown skin, a muted warm glow, framed by her dark tresses and red veil; all colors bled of their vibrancy by the pallid moonlight.
