betwen errands early this morning, i paused for a few hurried glimpses of what is left of the icy carcass of a once-mighty vital economic engine.
stairways to nowhere, foresaken elevator shafts, glassless windows.................
as my fingers, aching from arctic february winds, hurried to capture what may prove to be their last of these remains, i spotted a tiny open bar in the dusty shadows.
the parking lot was full....
recalling winter
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