The Observer in the Park

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(V-06: NY Realism) I have stood in this corner of Central Park for one hundred and twelve years. My roots drink from the hidden veins of Manhattan, and my leaves have filtered the soot of a million exhausts. I see everything, though the humans believe I am merely scenery. Two years ago, in the autumn when the maples turned the color of dried blood, two men came to my shadow. They were not...

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