an old coat

Two summers ago I left my old coat in the centre of Aberdeen on a gravestone in St Nicholas kirkyard. The coat was old and had first been worn by Sian (for over a decade) and then by Peter (for a similar number of years) but it still had life in it, and I hoped that somebody in need might come across and claim it as their own

When I read the above line in ‘The Rings of Saturn’ by  W. G. Sebald I was reminded of this well-loved coat:

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