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Can't say my hometown is full of vegetation but it's a lot greener than the city center where I live

I feel a bit bad , they don't get to grow that big , in my village they get as long as my little finger, they grow darker and with harder exoskeletons, they didn't ask to be born in the city, they didn't ask to have to crawl out of asphalt and compact dirt

They didn't ask to spend all their lives trapped between concrete and potted plants

I miss my village, I miss being a child there , walking deep into the forest, messing with bugs

Falling asleep under an open window, with the sounds of the leaves and crickets carried in by the breeze

Sometimes I hear dogs barking and for a few seconds I'm transported back to that place

I've been finding it comforting lately, nostalgic, reminds me of our dogs we lost , for a moment I'm getting ready to fall asleep in my room in the village while they are still there , barking, playing, messing around into the night

For a few seconds I get the mental image of getting up , kneeling on my bed to peak out of the window

To see what they are barking at , illuminated by the far away light of my village's last streetlight