(A snip of one of my favorite Maine running routes)
We were in Maine this weekend and I was talking to my brother-in-law about a class I’m proposing for next year about attention, Proust, Woolf, paintings, maybe music; talking and writing about the sensations we experience when we attempt to embed more fully in our particular time and space. My brother-i…
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