Favorite Easter Memory

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  1. Memory is a tricky thing. I’ve lived on that coastline. N.J. in winter. The cold was biting right to the bones. My baby cried till I bundled him up and sat on the glassed in front porch of our building. He wanted to see sunlight and movement too. I too remember the struggle to do the simplest task. Those things stick like nothing else. Enjoyed reading this. It triggers my own memories tucked far away.


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