6:28 a.m. It's cold out. Thank you, Captain Obvious. The caressing warmth of freezing wind. In my mind, it lulls me into fetal position...a bean-shaped speck in a blizzard. Bathing myself in the surreal light of dawn. Or is it dusk? Who could tell. I approach Roncesvalles Avenue. The noise is gathering. At last, a place to hide, "
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