It's so fascinating to think about how each snowflake is completely individual - there are millions and millions of them, but each one is so unique.
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
I am not a snowflake. I am not a sweet, infantilising symbol of fragility and life. I am a strong, fierce, flawed adult woman. I plan to remain that way, in life and in death.
You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.