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Manhattan on Empty

Rings on trees, the lunar calendar, wrinkles: there are many ways to tell time. But as I type from my sickbed with a second bout of Covid, I am measuring time between my first round in March 2020 and now, two-and-a-half years later, by the changes I’ve clocked outside my window in Murray Hill—a cycle […]

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