Rays of midmorning sun shone through the window and fell in molten pools across the white sheets of our bed. Lying back on my two feather pillows, I could hear and smell the burgeoning sounds of spring through my open windows—birds chirping, the scent of sweet olive, the soft susurration of car wheels on the [Read More...]
from
http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2017/05/pascha-resurrection-ricky-gervais/
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