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"For anyone who had to be out yesterday, the heat was like a furnace that pressed down on the spirit and seemed to compress the body from all sidesŃcorrugated rays rising from the sidewalk, steam hissing in gouts from manholes, black plumes rolling from the exhausts of buses and trucks, and waiting for you in the street ahead, dark asphalt shimmering like a burning lake. But there was a strange beauty in the oppressive day: Central Park was a profusion of dark greens and swimming purples, a Monet at Giverny; in the late afternoon the city lay suspended in the haze, and at dusk a red oil-refinery sunset spread over New Jersey."

—New York Times. Robert D. McFadden writes an ode to the weather, in a longer story about the complications and difficulties of unusually hot weather.'

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