Sweet, sweet love in the form of a hot bowl of homemade soup.
It's like the comfort of all comforts.
Exactly how I like it.
Perfect in every way.
Renewing cells one by one.
Returning strength lost throughout the day.
Soothing, healing and all mine.
I will fix myself another bowl as I coil up in this mighty, simple pleasure.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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