Like many people, back in the distant misty past of my childhood, I would occasionally catch a falling snowflake or two on my outstretched tongue. It was something you did in the winter, like throwing snowballs, or knocking icicles off the roof with a stick and trying like hell not to be stabbed in the head by them
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polluted snowflakes
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yes yes
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