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“For some, conversation comes naturally as a way to connect, but for others it's easier to unite over the sharing of activities and skills. The tip here is to dedicate space and furniture to allow these things to happen. Where can you store games so they're easily accessible? Is your table large and easy enough to clear to double up as an arena to play or make? Have you created somewhere for others to sit while you cook, and is there enough counter space for them to join in? Are your craft and gardening tools organized and ready to go? ...this space needs to be warm and inviting... could be as simple as lighting a fire, playing background music, or bringing in extra cushions and throws.”

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