LukeyFew things are as beautiful as snowflakes languidly drifting down from a night sky basked in a blue-gray glow, uniting forms once familiar to us and discrete from one another into a mass of presence that mirrors the true nature of egoless, eternal, indefinite reality. But it’s also really cold and usually makes me want to off myself. And I’m not really big on Christmas either.
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