What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. –T.S. Eliot As I pulled out of my parking space, I realized my gas tank was on empty. How poetic.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. –T.S. Eliot As I pulled out of my parking space, I realized my gas tank was on empty. How poetic.
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I read the email over again, seeking to ensure it said exactly what I meant. Asking felt so risky. This whole dinner felt risky. Why had I agreed to this?
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