My most treasured possession was a couple of pair of dry woolen socks, frost bite my biggest concern.

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My most precious asset surely was two pair of dry woolen socks, snug in my field jacket pockets.

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At a pool near a covered bridge on the East Branch, Charlie and I once ran across two old men wearing beat-up rubber waders and stringy, woolen wading socks.

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