Scents of countless delicacies combine.
Enticements abounding.
Sounding china and silver sit atop the din.
Conversation flourishing.
Well-aged and fresh, friendships bloom.
Lifetimes remembered.
Hopeful new acquaintances search.
Longing for connection.
The swirl of activity surrounding me.
I sit alone.
~ elr
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