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Last Tuesday, I found a cracked block of air-dry clay at the bottom of my art bin, harder than week-old bread. Ten minutes wrapped in a damp dish towel later, it was supple again—proof that most things just need a little patience to become something new. By dinner, that forgotten lump had become a trio of sculptural wall tiles that now look like a cross between lunar craters and sea coral. My total investment? Three hours and the paint left over from my bathroom trim.
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