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This is mye Easter Sunday. This is the LORD Jesus Christ is Risen day and EGG day and
Bunny day all rolled into a dry mourning in the homeless sack. A religious holiday day.
Today eye found the secret of creation there is color added just to stones the rocks around
us there is JESUS shades of blood permeating the stratus zones around us. Some quartz
near eye today was strangley coloured in the mourning light some almost purple some dark
red some a lighter almost white but gray slate is almost pink in early desert light. Perhaps it
was just a fancy for eye was looking for delight in such a small desert spaced out place a
mosaic there of the SON of GOD uncovered now for all the world to read about in EGGPoem
thrice. Happy Easter Ewe on this wonderful Easter Sunday Sunrise penned in Notebook for
Easter Egg Thrice.