This zinc urn was once on a dormer in Newark NJ. A gentleman nearby said his father got it from a building that was being demolished. It was just sitting in a junk pile in his back yard. One day on my way to the post office, I stopped and knocked on his door to ask if I could buy it. He said yes and it's been in my junk pile ever since. Not really, it's in a boxwood garden. my iPhone photo
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