The snow falls. Soft in its nature and delicately places itself on slate and cobblestone.It knows not its destiny, nor its present state. The snowflake, simply is... The flurried, misty made sky weighs heavy like a clouded, muddied snow globe, making sure to ensnare every evergreen and brittle, snow-covered branchin its hazy, suffocating, mauling grasp. The bare, Ice … [Read more...] about The Snowflake, By: Grace McNiece
Grace McNiece
About Grace McNiece
Born in Canada, raised in Ireland, the scene was set to begin daydreaming her life away, until finally she put her little musings to paper.
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