Posted on July 11, 2016 by Amy Maczuzak under Iconic Place in You Are Here Stories.
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Three summers ago, I stood with three other women in a shady Jerusalem courtyard overlooking the Dome of the Rock. We had just been separated, like goats from sheep, from the 27 others in our tour group, and instructed with a terse hand gesture to walk half the length of an American football field to await further instructions.
As we stood in silence and exchanged raised-eyebrow glances, we wondered what unnamed crime we had committed.
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