By FIZA BAKSHI My legs remembered the climb before I did. That particular ache up the calves, the old reflex of leaning into the turn by the tuck shop. I graduated from Woodstock in 2019, and for seven years I’ve told people, half-jokingly, that this school’s first real lesson was cardiovascular endurance. Walking back up that same incline last month, I felt closer to disbelief than nostalgia. I wasn’t visiting anymore. I was climbing up to inte…
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