The sound of the fresh water lake ice was a real hoot. As you walked across the questionable surface protruding ice pieces broke off creating a little musical as you walked. The sound of the ice scattering across itself sounded a little like a gordy chandelier in the wind just tinkering over and over. It was a little hard to drown out the sound of the boot chains as they wreaked havoc with the crystal structures of the lake.
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