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i found a 1971-minted 10 cents coin today in my purse. That is 10 years older than i am. Which means it has been around Singapore, if not the world maybe, for 33 years! And it is just a small 10 cents coin without any spectacular carving or mark on it. I wonder whose hands it has passed through, what scenes of hardship or small victories of little ones it has seen, what it had been exchanged for, and if it feels out of place now with the other newer coins in my purse.