Snowflake
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Last published Sun, Apr 16, 2017
Snowflakes, those, pure, white stars, which fall from the sky, are much like humans, don't you agree? They are created, and fall, as we fall much slower through our lives, and once they hit the floor and melt, their lives end, much like ours, however, the difference between them, and us, is that, they are reborn.
And so, although we live longer than a snowflake does, they have been on this planet, for much longer than we ever have and also, when they are reborn, you would think, their memories, have been erased, but, they stay, they stay, which makes snowflakes, seem, more, immortal, they are, immortal... But, what if, these, stars - snowflakes, became, human?
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