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 How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . .

  I am not an artist. And the water is not so much 
drawn as allowed to fall, and to capture itself in a pot.

  Perhaps not so much captured, as allowed to gather 
itself from its stream; the way it falls that the drain 
would have it.

  But in this case a normal path interrupted by a pot; 
for which soup is the outcome of all I do . . .

Added: 18 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 25 May 2012 11:39 PM | Viewed: 3723 times

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