I’m fishing for stars in a soup bowl. The
only thing I catch is the smile of my life. She laughs, coughs and unwillingly
spills a few of the stars on her knee. She is happy and so am I! I wish every day
to be a star soup day. With her, clutching her fishing rod, reeling in her
stars. I love her. One day she says to me, I will catch all of the stars in the
dark purplish sky and will drown them in the salted soup. Then, we will call
them starfish.
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