The evening spontaneously erupted into flames when the tiny candles got too cozy with the tablecloth and nearly set my friend Phrin on fire. Not to be deterred, the beautiful dinner was served. Present were 5 daughters and two sons, none sharing any parents save the child of mine, my Tess. Epigenetics, classical compositions for voice, old stories of tricks we played on jurors, microwave potatoes, and little fires were amongst the subjects of another precious evening together, care of Life on Earth.

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