Chips of plutonium are twinkling in every lung.
Disappearing act? That's a magic trick, isn't it? I like magic tricks!
I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.
What made it special made it dangerous, so I bury it... and forget.
I'm not vanishing into thin air.
Its so fascinating to think about how each snowflake is completely individual - there are millions and millions of them, but each one is so unique.