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  • About this spot, a few mornings ago. I heard a child crying, sitting in the bicycle child seat. The mother standing next to the bike.

    I saw her bend down and pick something up from the ground; carefully between her middle and index fingers.

    As I rode past them with my bike, I heard her comfort her child:

    – We will help the snail to the other side.
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