New York City, February 13, 2017

★★★★ The wind that had pounded on the building through the night was still pounding at dawn. Ragged purple wind-shredded clouds were in the west. Plastic garbage thrashed in the tree branches. The remaining snow had hardened into ice. Wet hair stiffened. New snowflakes, fat but sparse and aimless, began drifting around. The wind shoved the body through the hairpin turn into the subway entrance. A heavy and durable-looking covering of clouds was shoved away in the course of a quick uptown ride.

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