Through crematorium chimneys a Jew curls toward the God of his Fathers. As soon as the smoke is gone, Upward cluster his wife and son. Upward, toward the heavens, Sacred smoke weeps, yearns, God - where You are - We all disappear. {Nelly Sachs} (48" X 24" - Oil on Canvas) -------(Endsolung - The Final Solution)
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