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With my face pressed against the cool pane of the window, I watched the snow drifting slowly past. Then my eye was caught by a particularly beautiful flake, lodged on the sill. It was perfectly symmetrical in shape, looking like a delicate white butterfly poised for flight, or a lacy, imaginative valentine, left over from that saint s name-day.
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Spiker, Suzanne
(1948)
"A Snowflake--An Observation,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 16
:
Iss.
1
, Article 23.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol16/iss1/23
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