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Unearthing the past

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Eleanor and I met by accident. It was an ordinary day. I was browsing Pearl, the digital collection at Presbyterian Historical Society, for eye-catching content, humming along to whatever song dribbled from my computer’s speakers. Scrolling, scrolling, endlessly scrolling, until — a specter, a ghostly figure in white, prompted me to pause, my finger hovering atop my mouse. Or — no. Not a ghost. A woman.

“Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” — Luke 23:42

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