Tag Archives: good friday

hail, hail – the gang’s all here

Posted on March 30, 2018 by Sheila Morris

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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