It doesn't seem to matter what you give away. You never get it back. You just buy new mittens and grow new pieces to replace the appendages you've lost, wondering all the while where the old ones have gone, hoping whoever took them cares about them as much as you did back before you gave them away.
Above is a story about attachment and about loss. I suppose you cannot miss something you were not attached to at some point, but it is odd how we fixate on inanimate objects that we used to care about. The objects we casually gave away and now miss- and also, second hand, how we judge those who we gave those items to and why they did not either give them back to us- or treat them with care.
Mostly this is a story about small items we give away to someone who is not attached to them and so throw them away (the way we dispose of trash
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