What an authentic Thanksgiving Paul and I had this year.  It was quiet and relaxing and greatly appreciated after what can best be described as a tumultuous time in our lives.  We finished up the last of the leftovers in between unpacking, organizing, and Sunday paper reading.  It occured to me that, after days of eating the same meal over and over again, it was indeed time to move on.  Food as metaphor.

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