A few minutes past midnight, Central Daylight Time, a few minutes into Easter Sunday, David C. Fischer took a photograph of the full moon, high in a nearly cloudless Wisconsin sky. If he had taken the picture at eleven fifty-nine, Fischer would have confidently described the moon as a blue moon. Now, however, he is not so sure. Over the past several days Fischer has read, in the King James, the closing chapter of each of the four Gospels; he has taken comfort in the reports of the disciples doubt or disbelief, their skepticism upon their receiving good news.
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