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By TOM DEIGNAN
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Recently, on a windy, early August afternoon, under an active sky that threatened autumn cool and summer storm, I saw Danish-Icelandic artist Olafur Eliasson’s site-specific work “The New York City Waterfalls.” I took a Circle Line tour that lasts half an hour and gets you, if the wind is right, within spritzing distance.

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|Recently, on a windy, early August afternoon, under an active sky that threatened autumn cool and summer storm, I saw Danish-Icelandic artist Olafur Eliasson’s site-specific work “The New York City Waterfalls.” I took a Circle Line tour that lasts half an hour and gets you, if the wind is right, within spritzing distance.
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