Living room
The smell of roasted coffee and heated milk wafted into
My very pulse
We ate grain fired and browned and drank the rich dark drink
My caverns under earth and day were seen
Time given for time itself to know and be known
Kids playing Connect Four
The exchange of relationship lingered like a drawn out candle
The wax of communion dripping down
Warmth of friend and fortune
Hospitality like I'd never imagined
I don't want to leave
Ethiopia
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