I left my apartment on foot long before sunrise. Long before the thousands of stars and big bright moon shining above gave way to blue skies. Long before a sane person would decide to go for a run.
As a teenager growing up in suburban Indianapolis, porch lights guided me from one intersection to the next on my late night jogs. Streetlights showed me the way around a loop in tiny downtown Jasper, Ind.
Here, in Mariposa County, not many lights shine at night.
So, that morning, I had ...
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