On Sunday evening, the winter solstice moon rose full and silver over the Boston harbor, casting a blinding, incandescent path of light across the quiet water. Inside the waterfront loft, the great room was quiet, warm, and bathed in the gentle glow of the birch fire and the soft jazz melodies of a Bill Evans vinyl record spinning on the turntable. On the dining table, their graduate school acceptance letters…
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