In which our heroine sees a lot of snow and they have a hypothetical conversation (which is silly cos snow can't talk)
"Even as we are driven by the current of the air
Still we twirl and waltz in our complete difference to one another
You cannot stamp out the force of individualism."
... To which I say,
"Oh snowflakes you are such hipsters."
The End
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