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Last fall, after helping clean the community garden on a brisk Saturday morning, a few of us decided to host a spontaneous potluck right there

Late one chilly Friday evening, I was unpacking from a weekend trip to my hometown, boxes still scattered, and the aroma of farm-fresh air lingering

Not long ago, I hosted a cozy dinner for a few retired colleagues from my old school, some fellow teachers I hadn’t seen in years.

One day in summer, while helping at a community center picnic in the countryside, I sketched an empty corner on my tablecloth as the next