Holiday dinners, lavish extravaganzas, feed time on the way to work. Our lives revolve around the kitchen table, however usually the memories do not directly jump to periods of relfection or serious one on one coversation. If you look back into your own life tell me there have not been a slew of nights where you were able to sit at a table long after the meal has been digested enlightened by the back and forth being had with the person across the table with you.
For a long time I was focused on the duty of the kitchen table: eat your meal, clear your plate, and go along with your life. However, lately I have discovered that there truely is more to this wooden feed zone.
-Unfinished but I figured I'd post what I had-
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