The Art of Eating an Ice Cream Cone . . .

From a cold rainy day, to hot fall weather, before we had time to blink . . .
 Brought us to a late afternoon ice cream cone . . . To keep everything balanced . . . 
On swings . . . 
 While the sun sank behind the mountain. 
Because who’s to say, there could possibly be anything more perfect.

                                                                ~ Marica

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