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Friday, December 16, 2005


He stood on the street corner, waiting for the lights to change. He was bundled from head to toe, muffled and mittened and buttoned and hatted, a forty-year-old toddler on his own in the city.

He was looking up at the buildings and grinning with sheer happiness. His spontaneous joy was contagious.


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