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  • The sidewalks pulse with people. The parks teem with...people. Everywhere, there's people and there we are too, in the thick of it. Years can pass, and still there we are, in the thick of it.

    When the plane climbs above the city and the buildings of Manhattan begin to look like Legos, can we see how small our lives are in the distance even though they're full?

    And when we land and get off in another city and see children and husbands and wives wearing Wranglers and white shoes, surrounded by flat open space that stretches for miles around, do we wonder where we've been?

    If it's us who've been passed by?
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