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hail, hail – the gang’s all here

Christmas memories seem strange on Good Friday, but then the mind often ignores time or at least is able to reconstruct its meandering corridors to bring buried secrets to the surface of consciousness. One of my favorite Christmas gifts when … Continue reading

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