When ARG was a little girl she used to go to ballet class on Saturday mornings. I would never have put her in ballet myself, but friends prevailed and of she went with their two girls. Miss Michelle. "C'mon girls, mime me happy". They would jump in the air clapping their hands, or round their shoulders and stare at their ballet slippers for "mime me sad".
This Easter was happy/sad -- the house empty of ARG and DAG, but four days of peace. Outside the first days of spring and the bright sun seemed so cheerful. But the snowbanks are still above my head. This is what home looked like this Easter.
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