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I drove downtown today to go mail a package during a lull in the icy rain. The town was still dripping like a freshly washed corpse, bruised green splotches spread amongst the varicosed, quivering fingers of comatose trees.

There were white patches, still, here and there, like God had gone on a bender and TP’d the town. The sun stood off to the side, a dim, weak thing, clamoring for attention…shouldered aside by grim-faced clouds, heading east with no mercy in their cold, wet hearts.

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