A raw wind came up, and I started to head down.
By Margaret Cobb The New Yorker, November 11 , 1950 P. 107Robed in the raw wind, View Article By David Remnick By Jia Tolentino By Jelani Cobb By Bernard Avishai.
The sky was pewter and it was 53 degrees, but a raw wind made it feel 10 degrees colder.
By Margaret Cobb The New Yorker, November 11, 1950 P. 107 Robed in the raw wind, View Article By Rivka Galchen By Jia Tolentino By Malcolm Gladwell By Richard Brody.
It was small town Yorkshire, the original version, without lesbians (not official ones anyway), funky shops or cappuccino to soften the raw wind.
He, too, is occasionally seen in the raw wind of the river, on the Mid-Hudson Bridge between Poughkeepsie and Highland.
A raw wind swept people into doorways and bars, leaving the sidewalks empty except for the solitary figure who pushed onward in a bright down jacket.
Yet Cannell is revolutionising the recorder, pushing raw, wind-whipped compositions through it, and sometimes playing two at once in stark medieval harmonies.
