All That Glitters
I was freezing. A bitter gust of wind whipped up the freshly fallen snow into whirling eddies and stung my cheeks. I braced against the blast then, in a lull, gazed at the skies. It didn’t look stormy. Virtually cloudless, the inky sky glistened with countless winking stars, a bright half-moon watching over them.All along the street, the neon glow of bar fronts and hotel lobbies spilled across the frosty pavements and cobbled road. Strains of jazz and drumming dance beats swelled then ebbed as...
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