Without imagery, a moment of happiness can be all but fleeting.


Zipporah; for the love of happenstance.

April 6, 2012

When in Rome...


I ate ice-cream every single day I was in Rome. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes for breakfast. The highlight was a Nutella-filled hazelnut scoop of icy heaven. Usually, I would feel an overwhelming sense of guilt for having ice-cream before 10am...But as they say, when in Rome...

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