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It's a rare day when the bay freezes over, cracked like a desert lakebed. Exuberance ruled, from TV weatherman in Bayside Cafe to latenight streets spilling over with laughing drunks. What else to do in a Baltimore blizzard but bunker down in bars drinking beers, either that or absinthe by candlelight as wind sculpts snowcovered cars into Brancusis, the lines of next year's model defined by what doesn't blow away. Everyone is quiet at the same time and the dogs piss like crazy--all the world is unmarked territory! |
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