I should have been born on a compound or kibbutz or commune or something. (Er, or, um, born 150 years earlier in No Utah.) There's something that resonates so about shared living and the sociability and continuity of committed community.
So, to the wilds of "somewhat-removed-but-still-fairly-convenient-so-located-near-surburbia" where we will reconvene the United Order! Who is with me??!
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The idealist in me yearns for the beauty and generosity that is possible with communal living. I want to believe that we could leave me aside for we. Someday.
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