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At last, we found our way out onto one of the main roads within the park.
Despite the cold, the sky was gorgeous.
Deep in the woods. And my friend Joanna.
Another off-the-road, dirt path leading up to one of the main roads.
A fallen branch in the midst of the decay.
Back into the woods.
Another small water body; though the water here was quite filthy.
My friend Joanna.
This dusty pathway by the small water passage gave off the lost-in-the-woods vibe from fairytales.
The sense of decay among the trees was a remnant of the bone-chilling winter.
The path led up to the 110th Central Park West entrance