A few months ago someone came to my house and made a wonderful turkey and rice soup just for me.
Today, after a very long day of work, that person is going to walk to the grocery store, buy a carrot and then walk a quarter of a mile through slush and snow to my apartment.
Once here she will chop, cook and stir a lovely soup that we will share while watching television.
Afterwards she will clean up, wash the dishes and walk over a mile home. Once more in bitter cold through snow and ice.
That is love.
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