The Sidewalk
The weeds sprouted up from every crack and chip in the tiling, a misshapen, imperfect patchwork. Nobody looked twice at it, but then a tourist came and snapped some pictures, and suddenly everyone wanted to talk about nothing but how beautifully imperfect the sidewalk outside their house was. Of course, when a kid from down the street tripped over the weeds and nearly sprained his ankle, they trimmed them back and patched the cracks. The tourists never stopped finding the image beautiful.
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