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  • The rain stopped. I was wearing my worn out gym shoes. My socks were getting wet, stepping in the puddles that were hidden in the shine of the pavement under the streetlights. Rain in the city. An earthworm lay sprawled on the sidewalk. Where did he come from? The city street was no place for him. Just cement and pavement and street, not to mention the constant trample of feet causing all kinds of danger for a defenseless body. A worm on a city street. No parks nearby, no planters lining the streets. Out of his element. But there he was.
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