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There’s something magical about a well worn item. A simple watch band, the nylon edges a little fuzzy from wear. The silver of the steel loops and buckle from where the black coating has been rubbed off by use. The mark of a journey shared in the way the band falls into place. An old friend, it is like it never left my wrist at all. It has a casual comfort that whispers that there is more to see, more to do, that it isn’t done just yet.