Apparently, when you're doing 31 days of writing, you're supposed to pick specific themes from your post from whoever it is who organises the thing.  Well, I didn't know that until now, so I'm going to ignore it from now as well.

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There's a creek by the apartments, it is dirty and dark, and runs along the back by the big grassed area.  It has broken concrete, and murky shallow pools, and a faint smell of not-so-nice.

Here it is, in all it's grubby glory,

 but if you look a little closer, you will see it's beauty.  

These little purple flowers were covering the bank,

 and if you listen, you will hear the trickle of the water tumbling over the broken concrete steps.

 If you have a moment to stop and take notice.