What a morning! Such sun! Now nature is awake. Now the birds are singing. I stood in the middle of the labyrinth talking to the photographer from the paper while bees buzzed by and spider webs clung to my legs and I was perfectly fine with all that. For the first time the spiders and bees didn't frighten me. That was the kind of morning it was, the kind of morning where a leftover Easter egg reminds you that Jesus lives every day and not just on Easter Sunday.
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