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Didn't know that stone soup existed. My grandmother's story was about a clean bone, but in the same ring of tone, not a begging but an ask, for no hierarchy to descend on the pure ritual of quenching the tooth of hunger. love the stone version of this. thank you!

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Hey Ivy, I think it's a story where the main element changes across cultures and generations -- stone, bone -- it will probably be an iPhone or vape in generations to come!

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What a special read Matt. 'clay, saffron, potato' made me smile - both for the accurate brilliance of the tones in the mind but also the sound of the words together.

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Thank you, Mark. I love that our language is so confusing that we can have a hundred different colours of potato, but that we also immediately know what is meant when we describe something as potato-coloured!

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Once again, thank you for the additions to my commonplace book. I may have to start a new volume just for you :).

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Thanks so much for reading, Deborah. So glad you found something to take away.

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"... stones that rest on top of stones..."

"...hair swept up and licking around her face like a laughter of flame..."

"...faces crumpled, folded in by forgivable pride."

Such lovely, alliterative language, Matt. I appreciate these fragments so much. I am glad I found you in this huge Substack universe.

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That’s lovely to read, thank you, Sharron. This universe is definitely getting bigger and bigger!

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