Fighting it all the way

The great old White Dragon is slow to go...kicking in its heels and gnashing its teeth.

Go away old Dragon, you've been here long enough. Beat it.

There are some wicked icicles in the neighborhood, draped from neighbors' eves and gutters, sparkly, dripping. The sun is stronger now, meltting the rooftop snow, refreezing at night into marvelous formations. These are mere one and two footers...there's a monstrous one on the other corner of the next door neighbor's that has reached the ground. Bad light on that side, otherwise I would snap it.

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