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  • Last year, at 11pm on a still warm Texas evening, I was walking down a street in Austin, with a friend, and we found something.

    Lying on the pavement, next to nothing in particular, a small black block. We stared at it. A couple arrived and stared at it too. I picked it up, it was slightly battered but obviously made with love. After a debate about what it could be and where it could have come from, we moved on, I held onto it and later put it in my bag. I've pretty much carried it around with me ever since.

    It's solid to hold and when I look at it, it makes me smile. But I still didn't know where it had come from. Until, last week, I found this story from Scott Thrift. So thank you Scott and thank you whoever left it there. It didn't look like it had been dropped, but rather that it had been left by someone who had loved something and decided it was time for someone else to do the same.
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