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Sunday, December 07, 2003

Topping

When I walk out, this morning's snow is sloping lightly, last night's is crunching on the walk. A blind man who lives near here goes along with his hat in one hand and his cane in the other. He is bald and flakes of snow melt on his head. The tops of his shoes are spatted.

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