Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My Brood



Quintessential summer is the stinging smell of chlorine, the relentless heat of the sun beating down on you from above as well as rising up from the pavement below, and sweet sticky rivers of strawberry, cookies and cream, rocky road, or mango sherbet streaming down your hands because you just can't lick fast enough.


1 comment:

  1. mmm . . . why didnt god make tongues that move just a little faster?

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