Sunday, May 10, 2009

Bread, butter, & love

When I was sick, my mom would make me toast. And she would always put a little too much butter, and too much jelly. And I don't like too much jelly. But it always tasted like love. And it was always the best toast I'd ever had. And it always made me feel better.

—Terri Guillemets

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