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Tuesday, November 18
Windy
It's days like this that I think of Marcel Marceau. I was walking downtown against the wind, leaning hard into it. It occurred to me that if the wind were to cease, I would fall upon my nose.
It's days like this that I think of Marcel Marceau. I was walking downtown against the wind, leaning hard into it. It occurred to me that if the wind were to cease, I would fall upon my nose.
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