you see
the child
with an ice cream
cone.
it's larger
than her
small hand,
the weight
of it,
wobbling
with her wrist,
but keeps
finding her
open mouth,
her eager tongue
and lips.
she is in a
small
heaven. not
a bad
place to be
at any age.
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