When on the lake yesterday, we went under a bridge where the ice was clear but for fault lines showing depth. Bubbles rose frozen white, tender voids, and underneath particulates drifted.
And years past, the thaw then on the shores of a greater lake, unfrozen and waves crashing fiercely. Iceburgs became lucid, full of holes and a greater clarity, and they exploded on the rocks at our feet with the sound of chimes.
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