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  • It's as if they've been released from a gated corral, a locked room, rushing to the train that takes them to the end of their day, to a dinner with family, a drink with a friend, a book club, a yoga class, a night alone watching The Bachelor.

    They reach for phones to reconnect with those they left behind this morning - wives, husbands, lovers, sons, daughters. Some fall into books. Some sit solo, hand on chin, eyes out the window to see the day rushing by.

    There is community here. But what is deeper, what is far more overreaching, is the inner life, the one we hold close on a night ride home.
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