The Healer

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I needed my fix. The streets, crowded as ever, hummed of the usual pace of shuffling humans. Their faces gray and nondescript, matching the concrete of the city streets and buildings. I turned and crossed the street towards Central Park, hastening my stride.

“Ah, some green,” I uttered to myself as I approached the well-kept parcels of grass on either side of the walking paths. Even the air quality whooshed into my lungs more decently than breathing in a couple of blocks back. I was almost there.

“You wouldn’t believe my day!” I shouted when I spied my Zen buddy.

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