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A child's toy in the mud
I'm at a site in southern Turkey, and I'm kneeling in the dirt after a rain. I see a small clay figure half-exposed – a little horse, maybe a child's toy. I pick it up and it's warm, as if someone just put it down. That's all – just that moment, but it stayed with me all day.
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