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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Urban poetry

I've always loved the scallop shape the snow on the fire escape makes as it melts -- it's like the ornate trim on a gingerbread house.

No scallops today, alas, just big fat bricks of still more snow, after yet another day of steady, if not enthusiastic, accumulation.

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