Description
Looking out of the windows of a 33-story skyscraper in the summer. The farther out I look, the parking lots, warehouses, and freeways give way to a patchwork of trees extending to the horizon. The forest, the place of our ancestors, is an ocean of trees. In the winter it looks more like rows of buildings, but the summer leaves form a canopy above the neighborhood city blocks.
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