In England last year I had a white Easter, the last of the snow before the daffodils arrived. Last year I went to Holy Thursday Mass at York Minster, in darkness and quiet, and to the Saturday Vigil in downtown Leeds, all lights and noise. I missed my family terribly. I disdained English chocolate. I was alone in the flat and freezing. But it was
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*retreats to safe world of SVH*
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