John Constable once wrote that everything is beautiful if you stare at it long enough. This discarded sweatshirt covered in sand once was bought and worn and cherished. I imagine the warm fibres being pulled down over some ones cheeks and to cover there chest. The pride when it was worn for the first time, being admired in the mirror, and then the wearers girlfriend resting her hands on the sweatshirt feeling the fabric and her man, and then they kiss. Now the sweatshirt is abandoned, lost and without any function but it calls out to me, remember me! Found on Redcar beach.
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