Fishbone Soup

Fishbone Soup

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"I give what little I have to an old pot, some dried-up spices, fish bones, a precious spoon of salt. I pray for good soup, the kind that understands your stomach, the specific emptiness that inhabits it, the warmth that fills it."
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