The air was still yesterday morning, stirred only by the flapping of quacking ducks on the Concord River. Walkers in fleece jackets and sneakers made their way along the dirt paths that run through the graying fields.

The air was still yesterday morning, stirred only by the flapping of quacking ducks on the Concord River. Walkers in fleece jackets and sneakers made their way along the dirt paths that run through the graying fields.
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