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I find them in every room. Crayons, markers, paintbrushes, chalk, the medium doesn't matter. They have color on their hands and dust on their knees, but smiles on their faces, because they, like their mother, feel the deep joy of creating art with their hands. And every surface of our world is more beautiful because of it. 

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