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Stars falling from the heavens to bless our source of life with white peace. Sometimes it may hinder... but the sparkling may calm us with a new sense of wonder "Why are all of the snowflakes different when they leave the clouds?" One person may ask... someone could give you a rational answer... I believe that it is much more than that... They could be citizens of another haven... finding a place to express their art to our land, like a secret pact between us and them, clouds gather and release a creativity to only those who can understand it. I stand out in the cold, looking up at the sky seeing their creativity fall, the gods of the blizzard looking upon me and I look back.... I raise my arm and clutch tight... I re-open my hand and look... One of the gods rests his weariness on a mighty throne and says... "He knows our message now... Two of the snowflakes that he is holding..." The god takes a pause... "They are both the same..." No one is different on the inside... not now, not ever...