This is both odd and far fetched but I have this morbid fear/preoccupation with really jagged/large icicles. The ones that begin to melt and drop fastidiously to the ground from awnings and rooftops as soon as the temperature reaches 35• after a big storm.

I've had multiple dreams about forgetting to look before I walk in or out of my house and having my skull punctured by a loose chard of ice.

If that doesn't do me in, the Harley will.


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