Although, it may not be perfect, a little rough around the edges, actually and perhaps even trampled on, once, too often — on this particular day, it was lifted up, brought home, put into a special "treasures jar" and is loved, just the same.
(At least, that's what I see, when I wrote this, at 3:30 a.m., when I should be sleeping!)
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