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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1222

I am a little snowflake
Six-winged snowflake
See me fly
I go from cloud to cloud
A-bouncing and a-bumping
What a ride!
Now I’m jumping off the last
Wheeeeee!
See me fly!
And softly crunch
Into my brothers and sisters
Here on the nice comfy-cold earth
We nuzzle and snuggle all close
Soon we become one
And smile at you
And smile at the sun
Then we run away!

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:- Doug.

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Law our age sees as yoke and chain and fate. Yet one can work within the law, even approach using the law, if one is aware of choices. That is the point: we can still choose. Life can meet life and thrive, for law means living well with.

:- Doug.

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:- Doug.