My friend, Felicity, and I roamed around Harvard Square yesterday talking about monuments and men. We were meeting to work on a project, but the conversation wandered, like it does, and the men in our lives snuck in. As they do.
We’ve been missing those conversations since the plague hit. We hadn’t sat across a table drinking coffee with each other since…
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