65 degrees of sunshine. In Washington Park dogs were posing for their Santa shots, and over on 7th the queue snaked back round Second for the Morbid Anatomy Holiday Flea. On Fifth a woman was carrying an umbrella for the shade, and a man off Sixth was puffing and sweating while putting up strings of outdoor Christmas lights. It was a slow day for tree sales - they slumped at corners, disregarded. In a backyard planter we found strawberries.
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