1) He appears on days when the city is filled with sunless skies and the harsh stares of strangers.
2) He takes root in the cracks of cold concrete slabs - a mischevious streak of green between monotonous grey.
3) He's the smile that catches you off-guard, forces hands out of pockets, unclenches fists into a 'high-five'.
4) He's the mischevious spirit that teaches a plastic bag to fly and prevents a bird from landing.
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