I must be a snowflake.
Pristine and fragile as the storm rages.
In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble
searching for home.
Never landing.
Always floating, tumbling, hurting.
Home.
Where are you?
Where are you steady and gentle home?

I must be a snowflake.
Pristine and fragile as the storm rages.
In the shadow of the ice hills, I tumble
searching for home.
Never landing.
Always floating, tumbling, hurting.
Home.
Where are you?
Where are you steady and gentle home?

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I’m sure we will, too, Jason. ☺️And then we’ll lose it again, and find it again, and repeat- for the rest of our lives.☺️ps- I hope you’ve been well! x
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