The afternoon sun had begun to fade, but the Bryant park trees twinkled, offering a sense of shelter, comfort, peace, away from the bustle of sidewalks, the glaring of glass high in the sky towering over the beating nucleus ,Midtown Manhattan.
A conversation carries on by phone, the New Yorker, questions, listens and learns about a friend’s trip up north to a city many miles away.
“It went well,” said the friend, on assignment in New England, where he’d given a speech, seeking to explain a campaign of tolerance to a younger generation.
The soul searching that day in New York had begun- the answer was never found.
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