There used to be a place in a neighboring town that took any kind of fabric or clothing, old, new, faded, frayed, ripped up....anything. They would ship it overseas somewhere where they would shred it up and do something with it that benefitted the poor people over there. When my mother died we called them and they came over and took everything. These people were very odd looking. Had bowl haircuts and dressed funny, but were respectful and polite. I wish I could find that place now.
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