This week the winds have had their way. The cold made up its mind. It was not negotiable. As I walked outside to get a sense of the conditions, the freezing air felt like a presence, like something real and insistent was pressing upon all the uncovered parts of my face. It was brilliant and brutally cold, and so I stayed outdoors just long enough t…
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