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04/16/2004: "Long Afternoons"

The last two days, the volunteers slipped away, one by one, and eventually only a remnant remained. And still there was plenty of day left, the sun came in the door, and all the winter chill was gone. So why not stay? The pace slows without the pressure of the incoming donations. Work can be done in silence, in quiet, with murmured, brief communications. It's the pleasantest hour of the day, with the summer promise, the bucolic atmosphere; an afterthought, a coda, a grace note.