Dug my hand into the depths of my pocket on my first walk around Hoxton. I don't remember where I picked these up from (camping in the bush?) but I remember examining the pattern and feeling like I had to save them.
I pulled this thumb tack out of my shoe at the Tate after hearing a tapping sound on my step. I don't know where it came from or how long it was in there. I added it to my pocket.
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