Rows of haphazardly placed tents filled with fresh fruits and vegetables – that part made sense. It was the junk crammed between the produce stands that made him scratch his head. An ancient bicycle, its chain long since rusted into a solid object. Antiques and relics from a previous century, their surfaces worn down by unfriendly decades. Poorly printed t-shirts. A dog constructed entirely of scrap metal, half-heartedly coated in chipped paint – perhaps to showcase that the artificial animal had weathered some sort of apocalypse. How many artisanal, locally sourced candles did a person
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