To the person who did an internet search for:
but i love you, he will say in his soft, bewildered way, stirring the spaghetti sauce but not you, staring into the pan as if waiting for something, a magic fish, to rise from it and say: that is always enough, why is that not always enough?
…. and ended up at my blog….
I know some days my blogs read like I’m smoking magic fish, but you, my friend, win the prize! I’ll never look at my spaghetti sauce quite the same way.