Thanksgiving Eve. Home. Not at a bar. The house is scented with nutmeg, squash, chocolate and onions. Yep, onions. The table is set, what can be cooked it cooked or cooking. No chaos. Calm. Not at a bar. Tomorrow will bring a little chaos, family. Those last minute details. Baby smiles. Hugs. Meetings. More hugs. A celebration of the joy of sobriety. Honest emotions missing those that are no longer here. Real emotions. Not at a bar. The day will end with over full belly. Sleep. Peace. Not at a bar
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