November 9th, 2003
Winter
Hamburg is not cold enough. Wandering through the streets and plazas downtown the wind lightly nips at the ears and tugs at the hair. I want the castigating blast of Calgary's winds - the screaming invective delivered from the lips of a mountain that drive you back inside watery-eyed and red-nosed. You miss the strangest things about home when you have been gone too long from it.
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Posted on Sunday, November 9th, 2003 at 0:00
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