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      <title>Footsteps and Concrete</title>
      <description>&lt;p&gt;There he walks, the little child, plodding along.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One step, hundred steps, a thousand steps.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Plodding, on and on, neverending.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Where is he going?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;.
.
.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As I look around me, all I see is concrete, dried grass and dead leaves.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All around me is death and destruction. Void of any life.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then, at last - sign of life!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Shades of green, shades of white.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230; It was a potted plant.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <author>Dominic</author>
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