There is always a type of soup everyone likes.

A soup for me, for you, for them.

As easy or complicated as you desire.

Exotic or simple method for hydration.

Used to ward the cold away from the bones.

Or chilled enough to feel like the shade in the middle of summer.

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It is a universal kind of dish as dynamic as you like it.

Everyone adds something to it.

A little of your culture and a little of my love.

The taste of home even if it tastes different when you make it yourself.

There comes a time where you might never taste that flavor again.

Then you have to make your own balance.

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Are you happy with your soup?

The flavors your own or someone else’s that might not last forever.

I hope you do not regret the choice in the end.

That it might be the subsistence you need.

Ingredients exactly what you require.

That you are filled up.