Shalom oh fragrant ones,
With the gentile’s high holiday approaching, a cloud of disapproval has settled over Keter that threatens to rain stale D’mooth upon us all. Never one to miss an opportunity, Yesod’s withered hand offers us umbrellas of Tsurah at a fair price, but Netzach warns that the handles feature a cheaply rubberised grip which can result in chafing.
Your lucky woodwind is the oboe, and haircut is the side-parting.
Yasher koach!
