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That jug, or ewer, has traveled with us from Chico, California, to Indianapolis, to New York City, and - finally we hope - to
where we have retired near Yosemite, California. It was painted in Indiana where, down by Bloomington, IN, we picked up the
autumn squash at a roadside stand out in the rolling countryside. (see its "sister painting," Bloomington Squash which
features items bought at the same stand).
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