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I disinterestedly paw through a tin of broken costume jewelry, And turn to leave, When I see it - A patch a woven color hiding amongst the drab surroundings. I pull it out from underneath a mound of worn out clothes And examine it closely, Breathlessly. "A quilt!" I exclaim softly, Gently stroking the faded but beautiful fabric Someone sewed together with love Decades before I was born. An unexpected treasure. 
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