I love being at table with friends and family.
The accumulated shared experiences create a binding, a glue, which keeps society going.
I’ve written before about the languages around my grandmother’s table when all my aunts and uncles and their partners and children and friends gathered.
Ah, the blessed noise, the conversations, the laughter.
And then there are those times nothing suffices as much as a moment’s calm, a peaceful respite.
Add some sugar to that and you have relaxation gold, me thinks.
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