The Diary Of A Young Snowflake


Sorry, Phillip. I had to gun the engine to get through you and your teammates this morning.

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snowflakeI can’t believe I’m writing this!  If I’m aware it means I am alive and that can mean only one thing…I’m going to fall to earth today!

This is all so new to me, and yet, I feel like I’ve been a snowflake forever, just waiting to get the call, and my chance to be part of creating a Winter Wonderland. Can’t wait! ****

I think I should have a name.  Don’t all things have one?  I’m going to call myself Phillip.  I have no idea why.  It was the first thing that popped into my head.  Do I even have a head?  I’m not even sure how I’m forming words and ideas.  Must be the Magic of Winter that I seem to know so much about. ****

It really is crowded inside this cloud.  I can barely move, but I’m eager to explore and talk to the other snowflakes. …

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