Snowflakes, in their playful swirl, appear to glow as if each had its own LED within.
The snowflake, made by loving creator's hand, is born to die. Yet as with all things of such beauty, they die and are reborn when the time and conditions are right.
The snowflake came as if formed by an artisanal God, made all the more beautiful for her simplicity.
The snowflake took her dance in the wintry air, pure water made all the more beautiful by her crystalline form.
I am a snowflake because of the icy wind, yet I have the courage to remain and show real beauty, to reflect the brightest light of the sun.
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