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New York and morning: the sun is kissing the timid dew in Central Park, and from the Fountain of Plenty one looks along that world street, Fifth Avenue, and walks toward town.
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W.E.B. Du Bois
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gutenberg.orgW.E.B. Du Bois: “New York and morning: the sun is kissing the timid dew in Central Park, and from the Fountain of Plenty one looks along…”
Editor's note · Context
Du Bois describes a serene morning scene in New York City, evoking a sense of peace and beauty.
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