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“To get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.”—Mark Twain _____                They brought along the cardboard carton recycled many times.  In it, eggs of various kinds and colors: some white, some brown, others a yellow tan of almost-green with brown flecked specks, and others still brown with […]

               They played together in park, on field, feeling but not acting age.  Cuts and shifts, bumps and body checks of friendly contact and competition, fast breaks on open nets when other became too winded to keep chase.                 They laughed, and they smiled playing on, in youth of game that restored their spirits to […]

               Tent of her nipples through summer shirt, raised and drawn in cool of April morn’s yellow-blue; bare of her legs in length and light, hip drawn and edged in yellow of sun, front shadowed in before; hold of their hands, fingers’ interlock, prints’ press into hand back of the other; smiles of lips and […]

               Christ was risen.  The tomb was empty.  All the world rejoiced (or hated, or denied—such compelled every soul to choose a side); but that was day ago, and Monday was new.                 What now?                What to make and live of it all?                Did she still believe, or was such just a day; […]