One thing I like about falling snow is that it is not coercive or demanding. Instead, it is silent and full of mystery. Except not the suspenseful kind of mystery that leaves you unsettled. Each individual snowflake carries with it its own distinctive story of wonder.
Also, a snowflake is not particular about the kind of person it befriends. Everyone's eyelashes are beautiful enough to kiss.
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