I’ve lost a lawnmower.
Mysteriously, we have all lost things and found other’s stuff.
I do not like this universal swapping thingy.
I’d like to have back the things I have lost over the years before I get too old to remember the use and in what designated project.
Jaw of a horse. I lost ‘Bucky’ three or four moves ago.
A roll of fabric that was a heavy canvas weave and the warp was a fine gauge wire copper. So when the cotton was burned out, left behind was an incredibly apocalyptic looking cloth.
A very old charcoal drawing, executed on gray paper of the head of a young girl copied from one of the old masters.
Isn't it weird how we find things lost?
I excel at pretending I’m somewhere else.
Happy mystery TT.