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We spent the Maundy Mass at Christchurch. It’s been twenty-nine years since I first celebrated the great days of Easter there, and so little changes. Perhaps that is why I return when possible: amidst the changes and chances, some things retain an illusion of eternity: perhaps a window to the resurrection?
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