January 16, 2001
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Some mornings, like today, the best thing about the trip into work is watching the slivers of color gradually soak into the clouds as the sun starts peeking over the horizon. And then there’s the perfunctory pleasure of driving over the bridge that arcs past the water treatment plant, specifically when the north wind is blowing. Ack.
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