Winter soaks to the marrow along graffiti-stained alleys and soulless office towers. We know, we feel frost as it creeps and creaks into joints of the middle-aged, the chronic or careless. Cold will come tonight; or tomorrow; now it is what it is, and you within our climate. No mystery. Why or how is there or now. Perception. Reality. Reaction. Temperature drops like market stocks. We know. We feel.
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