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On Thursday, instead of writing, I ran an informal solo marathon—to Central Park and three loops there with a little double-back at the end. My final steps, and the final notes of the Mahler “Resurrection” symphony that I first heard nine years ago this month, brought me to a first glimpse of Bethesda Fountain through the treetops—a profound if not an accidental convergence.
Possibility is so big.
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