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Winter in a city of manmade canyons can be brutal; the east/west street axis hones the prevailing winds to a fine bitter current that cuts like a knife. The only way to tackle this is to march forward, head down. If there’s an upside to this posture it’s a forced scrutiny of the pavement below that can turn stains and spills into abstract art.

Desert anyone?

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