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Here after all is the sturdy squalor of the park, visible even under its coat of grass and flowers. Here are the drug dealers, and the lunatics, the stunned and battled, the people whose luck has run out. still she loves the world for being rude and indestructible , and she knows other people love it too, poor as well as rich, though no one speaks specifically of the reasons. Why else do we struggle to go on living, no matter how compromised, no matter how harmed?
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