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  • When I was a little girl, nothing made me happier than to see a nun. I had a brief early education with them, and in my little mind decided that they were the epitome of kindness and safety.

    You don't see Sister's in their habits much any longer, so imagine my delight when on Easter Sunday, I saw the Sister in Perwinkle Blue outside of a small church in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Once again I felt that great comfort I experienced some fifty years ago.
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