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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