“Papa, why did you name me Snow when there is no snow here?”
I was only six when I asked that of my father, but even now so many decades later I remember his answer.
“Snow is beautiful and so are you. But more importantly, snow is a symbol of hope for our planet. We need to keep that hope near and cherish it.”
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Here's hoping 2021 has just as much hope as the snow brings in this story. Hope is definitely something we all need considering present events.
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