Don with two of our grandchildren at Lava Bute, Eastern Oregon points at the caldera.
There are many hooks that are not attractive. Hooks are on burrs and I pull them out of my socks. I like hooks too. Yelled warnings hook our attention. We then avoid danger. Multiple hooks rip loudly when pulled from the fuzz of Velcro. A hook on ear hangers keep my glasses in place. A hook on my buckel keeps my belt in place. A porcelain hook must be made chunky or it will break easily.
I am surprised that the symbol for the heart and love is made of two hook shapes and I have been cutting out hooks to make hearts.
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