Unblemished, pure, sparkling, crystalized illusion?Pristine, in its untouched beauty, drizzling brilliance,exquisitely lain, ultimate softness, silencein opalescent flakes falling, heaven’s essence. The frigid air sucks her breath as teardrops escape her heart, intermingling the warm, wet moistures within the facial encircling atmospheric anomaly to form an icicle suspended in mid-air. Failure to resist the power pressuring … More Life Happens . . . so does Falling