“What makes the desert beautiful,′ said the little prince, ‘is that somewhere it hides a well...”
― The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I often hear that snowflakes are special, each unique in its own way, but when they are so many and so tiny who really cares that each is different? I feel like people are similar: not one is exactly the same, but among the multitudes what makes uniqueness special? And so here are some mundane ramblings from one snowflake among many; nothing special or revolutionary just a collection of thoughts from one person's unique walk through life.
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