And some jottings from a notebook:
Long blue shadows creep over Fowler Square, still covered in snow. People step lightly today, nimbly dodging puddles and muck. Trash collection seems weeks behind. Everything reflects the brilliant afternoon sky hazy with melt. Winter's grip is at last broken. But it wasn't that bad, looking back from today.
| bam |
| treachery |
| saturation |
| frank's |
| oz |
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| dodge |

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