Every
so often at the Friends of ZC headquarters of Ramat
Bet Shemesh, a solemn ritual takes place.

One of us at the FOZC office takes a place of honor
by the raffle tin, swishes it round energetically
to really get the name tags hopping, and then - after
a ten second silence (where we hold our breath and
hear the shadowy drums rolling) she picks out a name
tag and hands it over. Then we all savor the thrill
of discovery - WHO has won this raffle?!!
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