One year ago, I stepped out of my apartment in downtown Brooklyn for the first time since the world shut down. Jogging toward Brooklyn Bridge park, I should have heard laughs, giggles and screams as I passed a K-8 private school – it was 3 p.m. and students would have typically been on their way home. Instead, I heard nothing but the birds, breeze and sirens blaring in the distance.
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