The chilly weather refuses to go away - so much so that, even after any evidence of snow has pretty much disappeared, winter is still dug in in more shaded places.
I was walking under this old railway bridge, when I looked up - to see these rows of gleaming, dagger-sharp icicles above me. I suddenly knew Damocles must have felt like.
I was walking under this old railway bridge, when I looked up - to see these rows of gleaming, dagger-sharp icicles above me. I suddenly knew Damocles must have felt like.
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