Okay, please don't judge on the title . It's still unofficial. It's taken a butt load of courage to even post this thing.
No Two Snowflakes Look Alike
Book One: New America
Prologue{Clovina}
It was a mild, spring morning, the time of day when the bluebirds warbled a casual conversation, and the rushing, bubbling waterfalls cascaded into the steadily flowing rivers. Beyond there lied fresh green fields, abundant with the brightest wildflowers of pungent scents, and even further sat the sturdy structures of the purple-tinted mountain range, coated with snow. The Snowflake Society's territory, where true beauty lies and where twins are made