Today I was putting my misfitted topping over a peach cobbler that I was making because I had to, because I had all these peaches that would spoil if I didn't make a cobbler immediately and meanwhile, this achingly sweet version of an Edna St. Vincent Poem sung by Deb Talan came over the internet radio and life altogether just made me swoon.
Here is ESVM's poem. Cobbler is above.
(but you should really hear it through Deb Talan).
I was overcome with the feeling that sometimes you really are just in the middle of it and you are the gladdest thing.
I wish that I was the peaches in your hand.
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