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Thursday, November 15, 2007

This afternoon

Walked out of work in to a wind sharp and cold and it took my breath away and blew me awake. Above me the pin oaks rustled and chattered as they will until next spring. The sky spit snow.

My car was stiff and reluctant to head home, unlike its driver.

To the west and north the cumulonimbus showed great blue rips and the wefts of light promised little but a hard freeze tonight.

In November winter comes.

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