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As
I was painting the Holy Mother, I was receiving messages that each of
Mary's children in Maryland was to send me their favorite crayon. The
crayons were shaved right onto the canvas. Wherever the shavings landed,
angels started to emerge in that spot on the canvas. The original is now
in Maryland and brings much peace to my friend and her children.
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