Keyword: Kay Lin
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Winter’s barren branches are never truly empty as chill winds howl. Gone are the gentle, rustling leaves filtering soft green light upon the lawns (or concrete) below. But the Bronx instead has the tattered, flapping, tree-dwelling shopping bag to grace the otherwise arboreal wasteland. more
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