Trending: Rocks, Copper, Horses

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Here’s a story I tell a lot: twenty-four-year-old me is at the local flea market gathering up all the brass animals in one booth. “I just love, really love, brass animals,” I excitedly tell the vendor, a rotund man with gentle eyes, wearing a top hat, flowing beard and vest, and who I’ve recently found out is nicknamed “Santa.” He tilts his head to the side and... Wait, there's more.....

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