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Hot corn in freezing hands. Steam in your face, butter on your lips, salt and sweetness all over your fingers. When winter comes, the city fills with corn, outside subway stations, at the front of markets, on every cart parked by the crosswalk. Big steaming pots sit and hiss, and each time a lid lifts, white steam rushes up into your face
