Friday, November 22
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An All Too Quiet Place

An All Too Quiet Place
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When I log off work today at six, I’ll shuffle over to my window where I’ll anxiously check the time over and over again. For the next hour, I’ll wait, listening to the quiet music of New York during lockdown: birds chirping, trucks wheezing in the distance, a tinkering wind chime. Finally, at seven, the horrible…

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