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February 25, 2025
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The boy sat still, his feet so small, his mind ran fast—he felt so tall. For once upon a golden day, he’d found the eggs tucked far away. Behind the chair, beneath the stairs, inside the vase with painted pears. One so red, one bright as blue, one tucked where the lilies grew! He dashed and darted, left and right, his heart so full, his smile so bright.The morning air was crisp and sweet, dew still clung beneath his feet. His fingers grasped, his basket swayed, the eggs within like jewels laid. And when the hunt was finally through, he held them close—pink, gold, and blue. Now older still, he sat and thought, of all the joy the morning brought. The giggles, cheers, the boundless fun, chasing eggs beneath the sun. And though his feet no longer race, and though he takes a slower pace, he smiles and hums a happy tune, for Easter’s joy still fills the room.
