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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?

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,…