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Take any street, it’s a microcosm of the entire world. You can find animals and trees, churches and sewers, saints and predators, happy and sad people, running fast, minding their own businesses, not really pausing and looking at others and their plights.

So, I know you are not looking at me, eventhough you see me standing with five hundred seedlings, as you pass me by. You have no time to spare for an impoverished farmer and I have to accept that.

I’m going to leave these seedlings here and vanish. Let’s see if it becomes food or trash.

Word Count: 98

Written in resposne to the picture prompt given by Ronda Del Boccio for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Please find other entries here

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