On Saturday I went for a run through the November woods near my parents’ house in the Boston suburbs. It was a beautiful day, unusually warm, and for more than an hour I followed old cart paths and deer trails covered in deep drifts of oak leaves. I encountered exactly four people and one dog. Otherwise the landscape was silent and empty, just as it has…
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