I met the beautifully tragic yet stubbornly unbroken Jana on a street corner in Chinatown, on a bitterly cold afternoon a year ago today. I was three layers(cashmere, thermal, cotton) deep under my North Face with the hood up over my black leather Kangol hunting cap, and I still wasn’t certain how long I could last shifting from one foot to the other. Which is why I was a little surprised when
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