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Jul 18
The icicle slowly melted
It slowly melted in the afternoon sun
Melting while hanging off the rain gutter
Letting go of a small portion of its essence
Essence, that in the end, would be gone
Gone to create another form of its previous self.....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 178
You just never where your writing brain will take you...
Bhill
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Bhill  66/M/Ivins Utah
(66/M/Ivins Utah)   
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       Muzaffer, Perry, TD and OC
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