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A tenth of an inch of rain. A cardinal eats dried-up grapes from
the vine. Snow flurries melt as soon as they touch. It’s the kind
of weather that objects. No matter what I do, the cold, damp wind is
in my face, the sleet pellets down my neck. It’s good to be inside,
to have a roof over my head, and heat.
