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That first light.

My childhood was shadowed in fear and dysfunction. It was not a good time, but Easter somehow escaped unscathed. I remember anticipation, a natural benediction of sunrise and equinox, rising early to welcome a hot new start of day. I remember hiding colored eggs over and over again in lush grasses until they turned blue and fell to pieces. The butterfly Jesus freed from his cocoon was not forgotten but only one more joy among the flowers and chocolates and pastel colors.