Yeah, the fishy was dead. He went into the soup, not just the bowl

, and then, he went into my mouth, into my teeth, into my things, into my belly ... and somehow into my sleep and into my practicing, and into my whole life

. Woah, dude, that's one busy fishy! Thanks fishy, AND thanks fishy provider

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I am now eating dead oats, dead water, a tiny bit of dead brown sugar, dead unfreezing wildberries, and alive maple yogurt! And those will go into all the same things the dead fishy did and is! Busy things, I guess :-. Thanks things!