Quite by accident, I have 100+ year old French wool string, from French sheep, holding up my sweet pea plants in the garden. I don't know if I have an appropriate appreciation for said string, since the woman who gave me this information also sold me the spool of wool for a measly 2 euros. And, we all know the way to a capitalists' grateful heart is through her wallet. Yet, it seems that any value the wool lady gained was simply in imparting this charming information and me expressing interest.
Oh, these wacky socialist ways.
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