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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Life goes on.
What was once normal or familiar or home becomes a memory almost out of grasp. Like trying to remember what the street used to look like before it became a gallery of high-end chains.
But, every once in a while, a homage to Florence bursts out of lost days and a former city. In this case, a fierce runner, unimpressed and not intimidated by a blizzard, charging down Second Avenue.
Sunday Memories: When She Wore A Winter Coat