The Impossible Snowflake

The snow falls, flake by unique flake. Into an impossible blanket to be lost forever. In the sky up until it falls into your gloved hand or jacketed sleeve the flake retains its crystalline shape. It then melts, blows away or most likely falls to the ground to be trod upon, melted and frozen into a new shape or lost to the tummies eager children curious to know what snow tastes like. The life of a snowflake is short-lived yet magical.

It’s just like you, alone you are unique but in a crowd you lose yourself only to be picked out if someone is paying attention. We are more alone in the crowd than when we are the center of attention.

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