In 2011 I started spending time in Prospect Park. By the time I moved it was one of my favorite places in New York. I could still walk in and get lost in all the green, winding paths, and here on the long meadow it was easy to forget that I lived somewhere so fast, and frantic, and concrete. In later years I'd try to get people to gather there every few Saturdays in the summer, and once I started running I got to know the outer loop (and that damned hill) quite well. It was a much needed piece of peace.
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