The sun did indeed come out again. In fact, I’m waiting on it to work on a stubborn icy patch on the sidewalk between the townhouse rows; this is the place where the northwest wind whips through from Saskatchewan. At the middle school behind the cluster, a maintenance guy was hard at it with a Bobcat clearing the fall.
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