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Easter will be late this year. It's still cold and the blossoms shine pink, carpet bombing indiscriminately. Easter will be late this year. March paces itself striding to the end of the tax year, the start of price hikes and a train of trans-continental refugees from some god-awful war just spitting distance from Lidl. Easter will be late, but Mother's Day will bring a distraction of blue elastic bands bound around barely blooming daffs, happy in damp sticky hands. And then they'll be the anticipated crucifixion. Resurrection can't come soon enough.
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
The Putin Spring
Easter will be late this year. It's still cold and the blossoms shine pink, carpet bombing indiscriminately. Easter will be late this year. March paces itself striding to the end of the tax year, the start of price hikes and a train of trans-continental refugees from some god-awful war just spitting distance from Lidl. Easter will be late, but Mother's Day will bring a distraction of blue elastic bands bound around barely blooming daffs, happy in damp sticky hands. And then they'll be the anticipated crucifixion. Resurrection can't come soon enough.
Lent feels different this year.
stevejeff
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Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC
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