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To be a worm again
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I remember one night, very late, long after some rain had fallen, a lone worm was on the dry sidewalk. Wanting to lead it back to soil, I ran in, grabbed a cup of water, and poured it gently along the concrete in a path leading back to the grass. It made it home. For those few minutes, I got to enjoy friendship with a worm.