On the corner of Western Avenue and Birch Street, two dainty toddlers ruffled through vibrantly woven Easter baskets. A dawdling waterfall of sunlight beamed through the bay window, casting a gilded aura around their disheveled nests of Sunday-morning hair.  With contrasting hand strength, they each shook plastic eggs for clues to their contents and sorted accordingly — singular tumbling items signaled confectionary treats, airy silence correlated with dollar bills, and jangling vibrations equated to coins.…

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