A Chinese man on the J train, inserting something brown and very mysterious from a small glass bottle with a colorful paper label into his nostrils on the way to work. A Hasidic man chasing his big round black hat, covered in snow, caught by the wind as it tumbles down Broadway under the subway tracks. A quiet, large-flaked snow falling on Calyer Street, nearly untouched by footprints and hushing Greenpoint in all the right ways as I shuffled through it, trying not to slip on my way to work.
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