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About 40 years ago, during a road trip in Uruguay with my parents, we stopped at a small roadside store. In the back, the owner had a little workshop where he made wooden crafts to sell. I was around 7 years old, and the object that caught my attention the most was a carved bird. Unlike the others on display, it was lying in a bin behind the work table.
The artisan clearly noticed my interest and, without hesitation, asked me, "Do you like that one? It came out with a flaw—here, take it, it’s yours."
Just like that, out of nowhere. I left that place with my beloved seagull (that’s what I’ve always called it—"My Seagull"). To this day, I could never find the flaw.
I wonder if that artisan ever imagined that his gift would accompany me everywhere I've lived—from my childhood bedroom to my current home. Today, it was hanging from the ceiling of the barbecue area, but I think it's time to give it a good cleaning and bring it back into my bedroom.
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