It looked like a thick spread of delight. The crumble with a
slight taste of cinnamon and sugary creamy vanilla mixed with the hot sour yet
slightly sweet apple made the perfect treat after a rough day. The melted
vanilla ice cream flowed on this mix of joy like an ice cube melts on a hot
surface. The rectangular plate was staring at me waiting to be emptied. I could
feel my eyes eating the plate with its sparkling glares. With each bite, the
sweetness of the crunch homemade vanilla flakes that were mixed with the vanilla
ice cream made the hot sour apple a smooth moose of ultimate joy and complete
satisfaction. Eating it was a heavenly activity of divine emotions that seemed
too good to be part of this world. It was the taste of sweetened love and
compassion mixed with mischief and innocent spirit.
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