They say that no two flakes are alike. That there are enough pattern possibilities that it will never repeat.
[he pauses to run a hand through his hair and dislodge the snow collecting there] I never thought I'd see this again, so I can't say I'd care if they were all the same.
[he finally drops his hands into his pockets as he tries not to shiver] Not looking forward to getting around in it once it's done falling, though. If I'm not careful I'll disappear into a drift with all this white I've got on.
it's been so long since he's seen this.]
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She watches the snow fall with almost childish wonder, face turned upwards, catching flakes across her cheeks.
It felt like her own, breathtaking world. ]
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It's beautiful, isn't it? Nature's lacework.
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She considers his words, watching the way snowflakes melt on her fingertips.
Yes, she agrees with a gentle nod, smiling at him from where she stands. ]
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[he pauses to run a hand through his hair and dislodge the snow collecting there] I never thought I'd see this again, so I can't say I'd care if they were all the same.
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Chell approaches, steps cautious as she leave the glow of the streetlamp. Her gaze remains trained on him, as if waiting for more. ]
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