"It's funny how sometimes when things are turned upside down when you least expect it, everything gets so much more beautiful. And yet that's how it is with snow globes, why people buy them, or some people collect hundreds of them, lining them up on shelves in their houses, so that the insides of their houses are filled with hundreds of worlds. All ready to be turned over. Allr eady to be shaken up and then righted so that the snow swirls around inside, masking the scene for a few moments before it keeps swirling past, and instead of a blizzard, it's barely a sprinkling, then nothing. And it's in that final moment, as the snow settles back down to the bottom of the globe and the last few flakes drift lazily down, that you can really see everything clearly. Can see what has become of the figures inside. The ones locked in their dance, unable to change anything. It's then that you realize that's all there is, just the flip and the shake and the settle. And there's nothing beautiful in that at all."
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