JESUS ON EASTER DAY

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It was peculiar enough being pushed into such unique community, thanks to my mom’s trying triumph by moving away from that which never seemed to suit her soul... but what’s this got anything to do with me? was I birthed indeed?


Our home sits directly across the street from a cemetery

with a horrendous possum problem. Possums by the plenty

possibly only play dead as part of some pretentious jest


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