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Every once in a while, you share a special meal with someone or a few someones. And it’s a magical event. You’re so close to each other, if for no other occasion than this meal.
You can look back on such a memory, which almost always stretched well into the evening or nighttime, and remember it as being somehow deeper than most others. Something special was shared. It’s hard to explain, perhaps harder to describe. But hopefully, you recognize it.
But you can’t plan for it. You can’t make it happen at will. It just does.