Cold has a thousand shapes and a thousand ways of moving in the world: on the sea it gallops like a troop of horses, on the countryside it falls like a swarm of locusts, inthe cities like a knife blade it slashes the streets and penetrates the chinks of unheated houses.

Italo Calvino, The Forest on the Superhighway

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