If you go to the swap meet looking for a particular item, you won't find it. It's there, the prize you are seeking, but it hides in plain sight, wedged between plastic robots and rusted wrenches, calling your name loudly--over here!--but it is invisible to you because you're searching for it. But the same item will be yours immediately and you can't help but stumble upon it if you go without any expectations, thinking you'll find nothing, hoping you'll discover nada, as it will reach out to you, perhaps several of them, all waiting for you as long as you do not want them, think of them, know them, need them.
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