I live on a relatively busy street and people have no problem throwing crap out of their cars into my yard on their way by my house. I've blogged and facebooked before about the kind of stuff I've picked up from my yard. Fast food bags, liquor bottles, condoms (new and used!), a bag of crack, soda cans, mail, car parts, knives, etc.
Yesterday I found a broken boy.
I don't know what it was, it felt like pottery. But for some reason, this made me so sad.
What made someone throw this out? What was it? I wish I knew his story.
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