This afternoon I drove past a girl with a shirt that was exactly the same color as an orange creamsicle.
Which means it was exactly the same color as racing around the block on a sparkly banana-seat bicycle, wearing blue-jean short shorts, with long pigtails flowing in the hot summer breeze, and absolutely nothing to do other than find a sprinkler or two to ride through and hope the ice cream man might drive by.
In other words, it was exactly the same color as bliss.
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photo by R-girl, aka Charming Elephant
by julie rybarczyk
