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An Afternoon of (Almost) Writing, or How to Make Pumpkin Chili
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How to Return
The past two nights, I’ve stumbled through NYC pretending that I fit in, ignoring–or hiding–that I still feel like an outsider. I stop extra long at busy intersections–at one point so long that a feisty West Village pedestrian smacks into the back of me without a word of “Oops” or apology. I’m in the way. But…