a night at the berkeley house

last night we made dinner at emily and alex’s and i wished there was a piece of technology that could capture feelings. i always feel home when i’m with them, especially when i’m there at the house. we cooked, picked spinach from the garden and grilled chicken in the back yard, and it felt like being in rochester, at a dinner at chester’s. we are dinner at the low table in the living room, sitting on low pillows, by candlelight, with a fire going. later we had chocolate that tasted like blackberries and i fell asleep by the fire.

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