When I was a child I saw miniature worlds everywhere — in the moss and lichen on a wooden fence post, in the gravel and loose change strewn across a parking lot, in the cracked earth and weeds next to the sidewalk
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I used to believe a miniature herd of cows lived between the brick wall and the fence separating my garden from my neighbours. I'd rip grass out of the ground and stuff it down the crevice every day to feed them. Not sure where I got such an idea.
