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Walking up Bowery past the ballroom in New York’s historic Lower East Side near Delancey, I notice the scents in the air. Fresh soup, the scent of cooking vegetables, a wafting aroma of peanuts from a vendors cart. The sounds of a million swirling activities fill the horizon. Everything seems so intrinsically connected yet so distant, like so much else in this city. Cyclists and bus vie for roadway, children shout and play in a nearby park, and a ferry horn toots in the background.
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