The Hats Knew: An Easter Reflection
By Darryl Tippens It was the women’s hats—those petite pillboxes and glorious half-hats crowned with floral clusters in pastels and whites and the softest creams—that gave it away every Easter. The men wore shiny new Oxfords and freshly pressed trousers, their bright ties catching the light. In every direction, our attire proclaimed: This is Easter! Outside, nature was saying the
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