The coffee-house of the mind.
Has couches. And sunlight served through large plates of glass. But many physical places have this. What can be different about one that needs no solid matter with which to exist?
Somehow, you always need the coffee. And time.
I want to start having some form of Shabbat dinner tomorrow night, but don’t think I should take the official parts of it beyond lighting the candles and saying kiddush. The concept of Shabbat fascinates me — voluntarily removing yourself from the regular run of everyday life so that you can purposely enjoy its best parts: who you are and the people you love.
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