Growing up in the hippie embrace of 1980s and 1990s rural Northern California, we didn’t go in much with the formal religions. Easter was, very obviously, a festival about bunnies and flowers and baby chicks and dyed eggs and candy, and that was about it. It was a celebration o…
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