The dime reads 1967, and the idea runs through my head to research exhibitions from the year, understand our international diplomacy and establish how that summer fared, compared with the six before it. I wondered at all of the thumbs that pressed this dime into the thigh of the forefinger and the wares that were worth the price in exchange. How many times, this dime, lost and found, how many times dropped and lifted, lost in a game of cards?
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