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icicles
(winter.)
I love winter, the cold and the snow. Last year there were mounds of snow and gigantic icicles that dropped from the edge of the cottage and into the snow. I considered them nature's work of art. They were beautiful, three-dimensional sculptures of winter's paces, encasing the cottage in such a natural way that it reminded me of a ice palace. Well, a mini-ice palace, anyways. I miss a real winter.
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