Bill Skinner
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A stick.
Specifically, an ash, one end about as big as my three fingers, stripped of bark and sharpened by a beaver on both ends, about a meter and a half long. I could use it as a spear, dig with it, poke stuff with it, use it as a walking stick, a tent pole, a planting stick for punching holes in the ground for seeds and anything else I needed. I kept that stick for years. Eventually, I went off and left it on a river bank.
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