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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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02.02.22


Yesterday was Imbolc/St. Brigid's Day, marking the first day of spring. The mother-in-law returned from mass with a brigid's cross, a small cross woven from rushes and usually hung above the front door to protect the home from harm. I finished the final draft of my essay, feeling not joy, just relief.




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