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Individuality, beautiful and glitteringly bright as sharpened steel and broken glass. The pale whiteness of them in their fragile beauty, the careful heart of them. They melt as soon as they touch the ground, as soon as they touch anything with even just the smallest bit of heat, withering away and dying. Some might ask how they are all different, while others simply just marvel at their beauty. The truth is, they are called snowflakes, and they might be kisses from heaven, cold as starlight and so many of them that they are uncountable. We are all snowflakes, different and beautiful in different ways, spinning through the air and showing heart in the journey of going to the ground.
- Ariellanna Oriland