As we give thanks for the balance
of darkness and lightness
on this crappy ass dreary equinox day,
let us take a moment to consider
how many more hard boiled eggs
we will be eating in the next week
than we normally would, and also hope
that the kids find them all,
because they are perishable, after all,
and not just in a profoundly symbolic way.
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