Ah, beta, a glacier moves like thick honey sliding down a tilt—gravity pulls, and the sheer weight makes it flow. The middle goes faster because the edges scrape against the rocky valley walls, like my cart wheels sticking in the mud while the bullocks pull straight ahead.
But listen, from my fields in Punjab, the real worry isn’t *how* it moves, but *that* it moves—and now, faster than before. This means more flood one year, then no water the next. My life says the centre isn't just faster; it's growing thin, while the edges vanish altogether.
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