Crossing the International Date Line, Monica lived the day of April 7 twice in a row!--and is now in our past instead of our future. So yesterday she went to Easter mass in Lalomanu, which consists, she wrote, of "ocean, stars, moon, sun, sand...that's pretty much all there is." Meanwhile I'm in Phoenix, Arizona, where the sky is almost as blue. Today a priest took bread for blessing in his hands and said, "Most Holy One, accept that of which, by the nature of this planet, we ourselves are made." Then we the bread ate the body...or was it the other way around? Did the ocean eat the sand or did the sand eat the ocean? All that "billion-year-old carbon," all that dying and rising--it's hard to keep track! Talofa (hello!) & Happy Easter.
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