I shouldn't say "visited" so much as drove by, dropped hot, fresh soup on my doorstep, and ran for her life. I don't blame her.
As I ate my soup in my bed, I felt so nurtured, cared for...loved. A little nauseous too, but that's not her fault.
Every woman should have a Goddess in their life. I have mine. Thanks, babe!
Mmmmm...that soup looks good. What a wonderful Goddess/friend you have.
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