From Ernest Hemingway‘s
“A Moveable Feast”
The blue-backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful), the marbled topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all you needed. For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit‘s foot in your right pocket. The claws scratched in the lining of you pocket and you knew your luck was still there.
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