I grew up in Michigan. As the seasons deepened, snow crashed against our windows. I learned that every snowflake has its own unique pattern, one of the miracles in this world of ours.
None of us knows why this is true.
But I know this much. If you happen to be in a place where the snow falls, and if you pay careful attention, you will see what I see.
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1 comment:
this is amazing! It is like they have their own personal thumb print-
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