WASHINGTON CROSSING, Pa. — From the very first, I was entranced by the canal as I ran the ruddy path alongside it. The water mirrored the cloud-flecked sky above as the afternoon light waned, and I didn’t want to stop on that first run on the Delaware Canal towpath. But dusk was coming and I had to make my way back to the low bridge I’d first stooped under, careful not to hit my head on the beams in the dimming light.
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