"Like the water, the Walden ice,
seen near at hand, has a green tint,
but at a distance is beautifully blue,
and you can easily tell it from the white ice of the river,
or the merely greenish ice of some ponds, a quarter of a mile off.
Sometimes one of those great cakes slips from the ice-man's sled
into the village street, and lies there for a week like a great emerald,
an object of interest to all passers."
Henry David Thoreau, Walden (1854).
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