Even before a pandemic caused this endless ache for the community of the outside world; before the puddles on my city block no longer reflected the buzzy lights from open shops at night; and before I spoke to everyone I loved through a parade of various screens (“Zooms,” “Hangouts,” “FaceTimes”), I had gotten in the habit of watching old concert videos in the mornings.
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