_I was dreaming about snowflakes last night. So rather clumsily fit this into the prompt! _

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Like snow. Even on the hottest days 

A fractal feeing, crystalline.

And in little drops

so tiny, but so unique.

Each thought bound through 

in the perfect retreat.

Like the lens that watches

it wouldn’t ever let up.

I’d dream I could hold it,

my fingers in the nanosecond.

That molecule of mortar 

calling out symmetrical truth.

Before it melts

…..water 

          back to earth.