Easter, All That
April 9, 1987: I have changed and I'm not sure I like it. A little while ago, Easter meant a lot to me. Easter was a chance to be near Luis, to talk to him. Now, I simply don't care. For my Tia's sake, I go out and buy the famous empanadas de vigilia, but that's it.She and I love the tuna-filled pockets because they taste so good and the dough is so flaky. But anything religious? No, not a chance! Luis is gone that I couldn't care less about Easter and what it means.
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And around the other side of the world, in Australia, I feel for you.
Dave
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