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spring returns, and people come out of hiding, and i begin to miss the bundled up quietness of winter. The soft shuffling of huddled masses bundled up in coats and hats and scarves, too chilly to be jolly, moving to the next warm place they can be, heads down, and gone. but as the weather turns, the sun shines, and the faces come up, converse, discuss, smoke and loiter.
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