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from a piece begun on 10/9/07, 9:24 pm: UB is a different city now — the cold has arrived; there is snow by the sides of the street and blanketing the flanking mountains…. My breath grows thicker by the day, and I begin to see and feel the first signs of smog, clouds hovering outside our front door, waiting to be drawn in. After a few weeks I have a smoker’s cough, nothing too violent; just a persistent aggravation.