★★★★ The air was almost not chilly. Contrails were forming and persisting all across a blue sky scantly peppered with tiny white puffs. Someone's new button-front shirts peeked out the top of a white paper shopping bag; a whiff of cut grass or some other damaged greener came by. On the fire escape, outside the cold dark office afternoon, it was warm in the sun, refreshing despite the old-cigarette smell. Little by little, the sky silvered over.
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