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This was in the gutter one morning last week. No longer could I say, "I've seen everything while street combing (akin to beach combing but in the city) except the kitchen sink."
Some of the detritus treasures 'washed up' by the waves of my fellow human beings overnight come home with me and get used in many different projects.
The sink, being problematic size-wise and pocket-portability-wise, I left with a sigh and a grin.
The next day the sink had been gobbled up, thusly.
Those park garbage cans must go on the prowl when it gets dark.