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Early on Easter morning a friend left a small Easter basket on my porch. The sight of this bright collection of candies decorated with pussy willow twigs shot me back in time. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the memory of long ago Easter mornings when my sisters and I awoke thrilled to find colorful baskets beside our beds.
Slowly maturity and time pushed that magic into eclipse yet in a flash, it was back, if only for a moment. I almost saw the spirit of that generous rabbit as he shimmered into thin air.