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February 20, 2003
The crowds have all been moving in slow motion, plodding through subway tunnels, shuffling up stairs. Once outside, hopeful faces turn skyward, but this effort is greeted only by cool damp air and a thick layer of clouds. Snow is forecasted again. Not as much as before, but still enough to make the streets slippery, the sidewalks impassable and 8,000,000 pairs of feet very cold and wet. The sanitation trucks will magically transform, growing ploughs from their front grills, spewing sand or salt from behind. If there is a moment when the landscape looks pristine, it does not last long.