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| © Mark Bialek |
by Shelley Daily
posted 12/23/2011
It's a cold, clear November morning at the Ann Arbor Farmers Market, and vendor Bill Hoppe watches from his booth as bundled-up shoppers mill about the long aisles, occasionally eyeing the unusual homemade crafts he sells. As he has for the past twenty-five years, Hoppe (pronounced like hoppy) arrived in the pre-dawn darkness to set up "a little bit of
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