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It’s one of the first nice days in April, and I find myself in a familiar place: walking with Stacy Klein through the grounds of a former dairy farm in Ashfield, lingering by a stream or pointing out features of the landscape – picturing to ourselves herds...

A Thrill in the Park

I was excited when I got off the train at the Park Street T stop in Boston. I was meeting Margaret for the first time. She had promised me a thrill in the park and I was more than a little curious. I had told her to look for a little bald man. She told me to look for...