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  • In 1971, my grandfather George moved his massive T-Rex sculpture from a private dinosaur sculpture garden to a public intersection where it would stand, greeting visitors and residents of Vernal, Utah ("Dinosaur Land") for years to come.

    I never feared the T-rex, even as a small child, for I knew that my playful and gentle grandfather had made it, and I could see his personality embedded deep within.
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