November was a month of chasing. I raced the dying fall light to look for features and scurried after the presidential candidates that infiltrated New Hampshire, with their plastic smiles and frantic staff. There were moments of quiet, however: the elementary-aged boys silently honoring passing veterans in a parade, the organ-cleaner slowly working to re-assemble a vandalized instrument, and a rowing team gliding on the frigid river, dimming with dusk.
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