When I was preparing to move home, I steeled myself to have a book cull.
Twenty plus years ago, I was given two hefty volumes of music & lyrics - "Songs of the Western Isles" - unearthed during an historic furniture factory restoration. They were pretty old: no date of publication.
I donated them to my local library, in the hope they could be sold to raise funds for the public library service.
Yesterday I learned they were acquired by a folk song archive in the Hebrides. The librarian's husband delivered them - hundreds of miles! - and a ceilidh celebrated their arrival.
My friend said, "They've come home" and I was overcome with emotion.
I've always lived with #recycle but never imagined such a profound outcome.