"You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return."
"A plague of snow, fluffy and dry before it hardens and grips the trees, the walls, and the cars parked haphazardly everywhere. When I walk to the little market a few blocks away, it feels like a test of endurance."
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Source: A Plague of Snow by Henri Cole, www.newyorker.com. February 18, 2015.
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