There was a constant flurry in the air as we walked the Cornell Campus. Why I had thought visiting Ithaca, NY in February was a good idea at the forefronts of my mind. Noses and cheeks pink. Gloved hands and hat hair. It was the beginning of so many things.
Inside an empty bar we sat across from each other. Taking in the heat and the silence and you quoted from Hemingway's A Clean Well Lighted Place, and I remembered why I came.
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