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  • I certainly did not think going to Easter egg hunts as a child in Virginia was any sort of a conundrum, despite the fact that we are practicing Buddhists. On the contrary, I loved the egg hunts, with the pastel spring colors and the basket for carrying your finds. Ong and Ba must not have thought it odd either, because they took us more than just once.

    No one at Grandma and Pop-pop's clubhouse thought it strange that two nights ago we saw one another for Seder dinner, kicking off Passover, and this morning we were watching the children hunt for Easter eggs on the manicured golf lawns. I guess the joy and excitement of Easter egg hunts, like Christmas, can transcend religious boundaries.
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