Break Bread Together, Often
You know the kind of place where you visit and it feels like home? I went there last night; I recognized it right away. Walked right in the door and it knocked me over with the smell of roasting corn in the kitchen.
Some of my friends live across the bay from me and we see each other as often as we can.
Sunlight trickles through the leaves and we gather on the porch. Some of these friends have known each other since high school.
Strawberries filled with Frangelica
Topped with whip cream
Is this place haunted?
I love a summer cookout.
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Oh this was a great time. So glad you could make it out... Great read! =)
# Posted By Heidi
| 6/21/10 7:36 PM
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