We came home to snow, snow on the ground, and now more in the air. All in all, though, I find it much superior to whatever was blowing in the wind there in New York. The wind there makes the eyes red and the lips chapped in ways that do not happen here as easily in Cincinnati. There is, then, at least that one point of preference of Cincinnati over Manhattan.
Listening to: Caetano Veloso
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