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ShareThisIt’s less than 30 degrees Fahrenheit out and light flurries flutter from the sky. They dance in the brisk wind that’s chilling my body. Jeans weren’t a good idea, but when are they ever in winter? The sun is hidden behind a blanket of gray clouds, leaving the city dim for the twelve in the afternoon time.
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Published on May 12, 2014 05:45