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A stew of slow cookers sit simmering slowly brewing a communal stock, seaping steam and aromas which speak a seductive welcome from doorstep to table and whisper a warm, rich reassurance that this is home
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
A stew
A stew of slow cookers sit simmering slowly brewing a communal stock, seaping steam and aromas which speak a seductive welcome from doorstep to table and whisper a warm, rich reassurance that this is home
My pastor has a collection of slow cookers, ready for a gathering around his kitchen table.
stevejeff
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
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