A History

Snowflakes (30 day writing challenge)

Every winter my sisters and I made paper snow flakes. Despite the heat, despite the rain despite the fact it would never ever snow here. We’d cut them and paste them onto various presents and cards. For hours and hours we’d make them until there was nothing left to do. It was pathetic, yet it never really felt like Christmas until we’d made enough snow flakes for our house as well as the entire village. This year, my sister was sick. So we made enough snow flakes to cover the hospital window with there whiteness. We never gave up then. 

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I actually had no recollection of what I wrote this about… drunk writing. Always a good time apparently.