The last of this winter’s ice I was tripping over all winter. (Photo: Gary Kopycinski)
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By Gary Kopycinski
There it is.
The beast.
Broken, defeated, at last.
This lonely piece of ice is all that remains of the endless mountains, the glaciers (it seems), I was tripping over all winter on my way to and from my car.
Total, I believe I fell twice on the sidewalk, and once, brutally, on my front porch.
