Holding together

On this, the first day of spring, bitter cold grips Chicago.  The sun shines through a fierce wind, giving a false impression of a jaunty scene.  In truth, we are barely holding together, much like the Hancock, which, to Celia’s wind-raked eyes, looks surprisingly flimsy, its sloping faces held together with a web, too carelessly strung.

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