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But as I stepped outside I was greeted by something new.
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This is my 8th winter in New York. I thought I had seen most all of it. The lightening (that everyone "misses" in LA). Back here everyone loves lightening, it inspires mid-westerns with dreams of their youth at home. In LA it causes wild-fires. I get the fascination, it is interesting, but it doesn't thrill me. We agree to disagree about lightening.
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Then there is snow. Fluffy snow. Wet snow. Heavy snow. Snow flakes. Sleety snow. Dry snow. Snow bursts. Snow showers. Sun Snow. Blizzard. Storm. Noreaster. Freezing Rain. Hail.
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I thought I had been through it all. So, as I stepped out this morning and was pelted by tiny little ice daggers, I thought to myself. What fresh hell is this?
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I am not sure it has a name - but neither Trevor nor I like it.
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It is like walking into a sea of gnats. But instead of the buzzing and occasional gnat in the eye, it is thousands of little ice knives that stab, but leave no wound. No wound except sucking the soul out of you.