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<title>#3873 &#8212; Mags from Painting Churches by Tina Howe</title>
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<description>&quot;MAGS: It was wintertime, because I noticed I'd left some crayons on my radiator and they'd melted into these beautiful shimmering globs, like spilled jello, trembling and pulsing. Naturally, I wanted to try it myself, so I grabbed a red one and pressed it down against the hissing lid. It&#8230;&quot;</description>
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<title>#1326 &#8212; Mags from Painting Churches by Tina Howe</title>
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<description>&quot;I thought it was quite ingenious, but you didn't see it that way.  You finally sent me from the table with, "When you're ready to eat like a human being, you can come back and join us!"...So, it was off to my room with a tray.  But I couldn't seem&#8230;&quot;</description>
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