The sidewalk glistens under the early morning sun, washed clean by a thousand raindrops and then a thousand more. It is as grey as the granite of the mountain peaks, new life growing in the crevices, tenacious, vibrant - tall wands of green upon wind-blown soil grains, each one so precious to the life it supports.
The pavement, in all it's stunning decrepitude, looked as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, diligently hitting every cement rectangle with enough force to make a network of cracks, many of them now colonized by weeds.
The sidewalk looked as though an elephant it stiletto's had tottered down it causing great cobwebs of cracks. Weeds flourished in the broad cracks, bringing splashes of unwelcome green to the city grey.
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