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The Reciprocity That Keeps Community Alive
There is a kind of labor that disappears almost as soon as it is done. The table is set, food appears, candles are lit, and somehow there are enough chairs. Someone remembered that one person does not eat meat and another needs a ride. New people are introduced so no one stands awkwardly alone, the music feels right, the room is warm, and by the time everyone arrives, it can seem as though the gathering simply came into being on its own. But someone imagined it first. The Mag

Jillian Aurora
Sep 305 min read
Where memory, meaning, and magic simmer
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