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The Empty Tomb
How could we anticipate something so seemingly simple as peace, when something as violent as a virus is tearing through our lives, our traditions, our loves?
![windyroad[Editor's note: you can read about Ashley's experience with biking as a "survivor" in the 2014 Closer to Free ride here. She has written more about cancer and her work with refugees here and in her KtB e-book <em>You Were Strangers: Dispatches From Exile</em>.]](https://killingthebuddha.com/wp-content/uploads/you_were_strangers_560-e1414546347525-300x175.jpg "you_were_strangers_560")
Break An Egg
I love confetti eggs. I love their potential, the colorful exterior that quickly dyes my fingertips, the fragility and all the beauty inside waiting to be smashed open. And then. I love the confetti colors, the tiny circles of pastels all piled on top of each other, the clean edges of the cracked egg shell,…
