New York City

I felt as if I were threading my way through a dense, tropical forest, some trees sturdy and vast, their sprawling branches scraping the cloud bottoms, others dangling ripe fruits, while many leaned at precarious angles, choked with vines, the rest straggling in the dimness of the forest floor. Like the forest, no plot of ground remained uncultivated, no patch of sunlight was left untenanted.

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