There is something magical and oh-so-peaceful about snow falling and flying from a deep and veiled sky; something about the cover of a endless white created by a countless number of snowflakes- each one of them with a different set of wings, each one of them beautiful and perfect. The universe replicates itself at each level of existence and if we pay close attention, we can come to know how these same stories of winged snowflakes are told inside each of us.
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“Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.” -Alice Childress More
