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(PHOTO CREDIT: @wildverbs) The amoeboid shape that had formed on the windshield was neither the work of condensation nor the outcome of a dysfunctional wind screen viper. It was a thoughtful void created by the breaking of glass in a deliberate pattern. It would have been easy, or even fundamental to term it a ‘hole’, … Continue reading Condensation Of Life