hunting pennies

When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own and hide it for someone else to find…

It is a dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won’t stoop to pick up a penny  But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days.
-Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

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