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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"40th Street in between 10th and 7th is pretty grimy. It’s unrelenting, really. You have Port Authority on one side, you have giant almost block-long construction sites on the other side, with blocked-off sidewalks, and dirt-encrusted coffee shops, and hole-in-the-wall delis that only have room for one person, and the cashier is enclosed behind a glass wall like a teller. Recently, I saw a man defecate on 40th Street in the middle of the day. Cranes tower overhead and everything seems to be in a state of flux. It is the cacophony of the city condensed into one three-block radius.<\/p>\n
But if you remind yourself to look UP every once in a while as you walk on 40th Street, you’ll start to catch glimpses of beauty. Quiet soft beauty.<\/p>\n
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40th Street in between 10th and 7th is pretty grimy. It’s unrelenting, really. You have Port Authority on one side, you have giant almost block-long construction sites on the other side, with blocked-off sidewalks, and dirt-encrusted coffee shops, and hole-in-the-wall … Continue reading