When I was little, icicles were daggers and swords, and I’d wander through the woods with one in my glove and an extra thrust in my belt, searching out orcs and goblins to do battle with. I haven’t slain any evil creatures with ice-blades for many years now, but I still love icicles. They always form the most fascinating shapes. The other day I found myself wondering – just how are icicles {. . .}
Posted on March 9th, 2009 by Kenton Whitman
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