Just when you think things are gone forever, they come back, scratched, scared, kicked and bruised.
As just posted, I had thought that my mp3 player had taken its final breath. But low and behold, as I was messing with it today, it showed signs of life.
What could only be explained most logically by divine intervention. When I pressed the central button this morning, the idyllic symbol had appeared. My mp3 player fell just short of its travel to the light. The god like symbol quickly vanished. Knowing what this meant, I took it to its charging base where it stands comatose but recuperating.
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