Snowflake

Ashlia had left her cards at home that night. This wasn't about playing games, but activating superpowers- gifts of The Holy Spirit. There was one signature tell tale way to do it, but she wasn't going to reveal that just yet. They had just gotten there and snacks were standard fare. 

She was working on a tangle of knot. Pulling from the vertices, an arrangement inspired her to say "Yes!" combined with a lemon bar's zest.

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