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Writer's pictureAlyssa Denney

The falling snow reminds me of my thoughts.

Snowflakes - So many of them. Unique from each other. Melt when you try to grasp them. Quickly float away. Yet pile up if you ignore them.

In one sense, beautiful. In another sense, dangerous.

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Watching flakes fly through the air out my window, I was struck by the similarity. Lately, I want to grab every thought: to examine it, expand it, apply language and form sentences around it.

But there are so many! and I'm not fast enough! And sometimes they melt immediately! Do I just worry about the ones making piles? Look at them when trends occur?


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