I was relieved of my little saddle bag a couple of months ago and I was just depressed. It astounded me that someone would go to the trouble to take it. Most of the time I live in a naive little bubble and try to think the best of everyone, but experiences like that really cast a big dark gloomy cloud on my psyche.
I told myself that maybe it was someone that needed it more than me.
And I got myself a nifty new bag made out of hemp that's really hard to detach and a nice new multi tool.
It's an opportunity to get a new more bettah light!



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