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When I reached DC, there were two feet of snow on the ground; the day after, another foot fell. This induced a certain forgetful, otherworldly feeling. A fortnight later, visiting a dear friend in Clinton Hill, I woke and relished the sun sparkling off the ceiling.

And then we were back, and I made an apple walnut cake to celebrate. I'm eating a slice now. Quiet days to follow.



Welcome back, what a mountain of snow.
Nicking a bite of cake!
Enjoy the early early Spring days,

Wow, what a huge amount of snow - lucky it's all gone here. Eating cake sounds like a good way to come back.

So you did get to Brooklyn!!! What did you end up doing/seeing?

Crissy, I have to admit the highlight of Brooklyn was James -- I saw a little of Clinton Hill and Fort Greene, but mostly we were in, talking. But thank you anyhow for your suggestions!

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