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Icicles
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I glanced up above at the tree branches now covered in soft green leaves.
I close my eyes, remembering just the few months before when they held the faint resemblance of icicles, layered in sparkling ice; each twig had its own unique form, much like snowflakes.
Each bump and curve supplied by the clear solid made the individual pieces add up into one amazing masterpiece.
