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| Ice World by © billybird_nj Born in the dark of night, frost covers all - making white that was not. Crystaline structures - sparkle in shadows. Each crystal tries to be taller than his neighbor. The sun shines upon this glittering whiteness. Straining against all insurmountable odds, it begins to shrink. Soon, joined by his kin, becomes a hovering bit of liquid. Hanging by mere friction, it is joined - overcome with its weight - falls. Sun beams down - more severely. Alas, alas, what was once wetness is not any more. Such is the life of morning frost. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |