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Winter Crossing 19 February 2006
Across the river we went, bound for Maryland, bound for home. Ferrymen shuffled back and forth, bodies stiff to the wind, bent into shapeless, oversized parkas that made them anonymous to their own wives. The Potomac licked and lapped in the frigid night, seemingly without shape, seemingly without end.

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