Wherever he went he caused a commotion. He looked like an Old Testament prophet with his long beard and tattered clothes. His old iron-wheeled wagon hauled a teetering pile of garbage, lanterns, bedding, hay bales, clothes, potbelly stove, and scrap metal. The big handmade wagon, which clanked and rattled along with car tags from various states adorning…
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