I confess to an ice cream addiction. If I lived in the town I am visiting right now I would weigh a great deal more. I confess that gorging on "Blind Love" and "Espresso Chip" wouldn't be a bad way to go. If I write all day today my reward will be a walk to town and a small cone. Perhaps this is a "Chocolate Orange" kind of day. Here's to summer; the season of poetry and ice cream.
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