Twenty Blocks Through the White City

Veinte cuadras por la ciudad blanca

Seven hours, waist-deep snow, no subway, and a wedding that got moved to 9 a.m. Two people who came to New York to stop it are now running through a frozen city to save it.

Part 3 of 3 in The Last Taxi Before the Snow

Al amanecer, don Efraín puso dos pares de botas viejas sobre el mostrador. «De mis hijos. Les van a quedar grandes, pero el frío no perdona».

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