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She is tired but the cooking of soup seems to be what she needs for the day. The day of remembering, the day when things used to be calmer like eating a hot bowl of soup.

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that's exactly what I want to convey in my story. The way war complicates even the simplest everyday things

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My sister, Gwendolyn, said it for me: your story hit all my buttons. You are a wizard with the keyboard.

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Thank you Benn. you're setting the bar too high :)

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Absolutely the story hit all of my buttons. I relate to the story as a 76 year old. The losses and the pondering them was right in. Many kudos for stirring up the well seasoned soup. Such expertise! Gwen

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Thank you very much, Gwen. I loved your metaphor of the well-seasoned soup. I was very flattered

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This little tale tells but one of the beauties of loneliness-a space to remniscise and catch up on halcyon memories.

Nice conceit Gwen!

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This story gives me hope! And cheer :)

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Sometimes, finding peace in your cherished memories can offer more comfort than being present in the moment. This reflects a point where painful experiences or memories no longer bring sorrow or distress, but instead empower you with resilience, strength, and happiness. Her soup, much like these memories, is more than just a meal. It embodies her memories and offers her a unique peace that comes from deep within her soul, untouchable by anyone. Thank you for this beautifully written story, Rolando!

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Thank you so much for reading and making this insightful comment

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What country does this story take place in - would be helpful to know

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Hi Michael. The country your imagination leads you to

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I still have to read this but you better be good with that last name

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