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It is Easter Sunday, a day filled with memories of a life that no longer exists. Sadness filled with heartbroken truths and lies that must be settled, uncertainty is all that is left except I am certain of a few things. My friends are like gold. Pure and beautiful, solid. He has risen, from the grave. This is a day of celebration, a day of gratitude, a day of truth. Life is more beautiful now even in this uncertainty. Even in this sorrow. The promises of tomorrow are bold and clear. He lives, I am thankful.

Much Love 💜 Much Life