If there were any doubts that Winter was here, then with these single digit June mornings, they have been dispatched as swiftly as the world eating champion eats hotdogs.
It was that brisk this morning, that only the birds who missed the migration memo and those hardcore swimmers made the effort to get to the beach .
Which way was North again?
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