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Please don't lick the trees.
Raindrops hanging on the tips of pine needles in downtown Lansing, MI. Cue that cute song about raindrops. You know the one.
I like it when I can catch water doing something interesting. The small drops signify how fragile we all are. Wait. No, I hate that. The needles represent what we cling to in life.
Sure. That works.
I wonder what it would be like to be trapped in one of those raindrops, clinging to the needle for dear life, before falling to my doom.
It’d probably be like the Demon Drop at Cedar Point–which I have never ridden.
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Daniel J. Hogan is a freelance writer, podcaster, and a photoblogger. He listens to Slayer albums in Lansing, Michigan. Follow him on Twitter, @danieljhogan.
