Oscar Wilde wrote;
“Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.”
There is a fondness in the way it snows. The way each flake is it's own prototype, yet when pressed together it is all the same. One white blanket coating whatever is in its path.
Much like people
A crowd is not noticed for each individual person, but as a collective whole of nothing but blurred faces.
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