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Snow!, Enok Mortensen

The Bridge

The winter had been unusually mild. For many years, people had never seen anything like it. The old folks even thought that there was something wrong with such unusual weather. Coal dealers cursed and knocked on their barometers, but the temperature held above freezing and well into December no snow fell. In Grant Park, which Chicago had wrested from Lake Michigan, a faint sun kissed the faded grey lawn and warmed it enough so that fat wealthy women took out their yappy lap dogs. In long uneven rows the homeless lay in rags and stole a belated sleep well into …