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K Mark Schofer

Easter is a strange holiday

A person dies violently on a cross and then gets buried unceremoniously in a cave. And then he rises from the dead for a reason I am not sure. Kind of like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. And the bunny is born on Easter and somewhere Marshmallow peep chicken. And no three day weekend to sleep off the effects.

Or somebody explain to me in terms I can understand.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.