I survive in Manhattan. Currently, Monday through Friday, nine to five, I exit my apartment, kittywalk down the sidewalk, get on the concrete and steel subway, get off in an iron and cement tunnel, climb metal and synthetic stairs into a man-made building and sit in a man-made cubicle. Then the reverse.
I have poison oak on my legs and I can't remember the last time I saw a tree.
Mother Nature has gone Kelly Osbourne. Plastic and a little itchy.
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