Sidewalk Rating: ImpendingIt was on the path between the north and east gates, about half past six. The sun had lost its intensity, only the memory of it remained in a mild radiance spreading over the landscape. Nature breathed more freely. The lake was calm, smooth as a mirror, the comfortable houses on Bleachers’ Green were reflected in the water, which farther out was dark as metal. The path and buildings on the either side were lighted up by the faint rays of the setting sun. The sky was clear and bright, only a single fleecy cloud floated unnoticed across it, best seen by looking at the lake, beyond whose shining surface it was lost from view. Not a leaf moved. – It was she![Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or.]
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| [Weird bucket hat snow thing thing in a yard on Summit Avenue.] |
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Borderlanders have done their best to adjust to this increasingly bizarre world. Crossing times at the border first doubled, then tripled, from what they had been before the fences, but people learned to factor the holdups into their commute times. Television news programs even began reporting crossing delays along with the weather report.
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