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The single-digit overnight low and howling wind gusts were a shock. My wee-hours dog walk early Sunday felt like a trek through the Yukon.
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“But where are the snows of yesteryear?” That’s the slightly rough translation of a “ballade” by French poet Francois Villon written in ... 1489!
