A long-anticipated dinner at a Dutch neighbor's house.
Bright red leather chairs mingle with three-hundred year old hand-me-downs.
Wine poured. Venison shot and served.
Discussion over hunting, golf, the War.
Keith is an artist.
His daily feed is writing, guitar and painting.
He played flamenco for us tonight.
Nervous in some ways, but all together perfect. No need to be nervous, Keith.
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
Agnes is a healer.
Strong convictions and soothing words.
She is an artist's mouthpiece.
Her table, a bubbling fountain.
Great surprises behind the doors of neighbors.
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