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posted 3/1/2005
It starts with a song — a simple one, like something heard around a thousand campfires on a summer night: eight young people on a bare stage, standing in a circle, snapping fingers, throwing in more and more gestures and movements until the song becomes a dance. These kids — Christian, Jewish, and Muslim, we soon learn — are singing about Father Abraham, their
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