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It's Saturday morning, and I've sought refuge in my favorite place to write: a café a few blocks from home. Ten years ago, I would have found the infant mewling, the bleats of laughter, the cup clatter, and the chatter way too distracting. But these days, I find them easy to screen out. I relish the mental solitude I can achieve here against a backdrop...
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By ROB NIXONIt's Saturday morning, and I've sought refuge in my favorite place to write: a café a few blocks from home. Ten years ago, I would have found the infant mewling, the bleats of laughter, the cup clatter, and the chatter way too distracting. But these days, I find them easy to screen out. I relish the mental solitude I can achieve here against a backdrop...
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