The other day, my toddler threw my Oaxacan black duck pottery I found at a thrift shop on the ground and it found its final resting place in the trash. That duck had a lot of personality and it always put a smile on my face. I had a bad feeling I wouldn't find another like it.
As I searched for a replacement, I came across one that looked similar... as well as other Oaxacan made goods that I'm obsessing about.
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