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To go out into the silence that was the city at eight o'clock on a hazy November evening, to set foot on the uneven concrete sidewalk, to step over blades of grass and make your way, hands i... Read allTo go out into the silence that was the city at eight o'clock on a hazy November evening, to set foot on the uneven concrete sidewalk, to step over blades of grass and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silence, that was what Mr. Leonard Mead loved to do most.To go out into the silence that was the city at eight o'clock on a hazy November evening, to set foot on the uneven concrete sidewalk, to step over blades of grass and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silence, that was what Mr. Leonard Mead loved to do most.