Yep, it's this time of the year again! Tiny snow flakes are falling down, but they disappear as they touch the ground. In NYC the big black guys called me snow flake. I think it was meant as an insult.
The fact that each and every one of them is unique and that they exist for a flicker of a moment is very poetic to me. In my mini-project I'm working on right now I've incorporated snowflakes. The result will be shown in December.
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