It links us and our memory, our imagination, to another place, another time. On a more casual level, out walking, we pick up a pebble from a beach or a acorn from a wood and leave it long on our desk or mantlepiece. When we visit distant countries we bring back souvenirs so that we retain a physical link with them. It makes us feel a part of something larger than ourselves, this moment. We seem to need to spin a web, the threads of which fan out from our centre and tie us to other times, other places, other people. This applies to geography, to history and indeed to people, not least, of course, when the connections are with our own selves. Sometimes the more disparate the elements appear to be, the greater our thrill in feeling we have linked them. There is a particular pleasure in joining things up.
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