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| Easter Sunday, chocolate and boys, two of my very favouritest things. |
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| Taller this year, tall enough to see things never seen before. Next year a dimpled smile will rise above the numbers and my heart will sadden just a titch as childhood strays a little farther out of my panicked reach. |
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| Magenta pearl in a pussywillow crook, waits. |
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| Pine needles, new grass, rustling leaves. My baby's shining face glows in morning light. |
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| Who has more chocolate? Who has more laughter? More joy? More love? No one more than me. |
