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For five or six years after she hung her painting in the living room she’d thought about writing a letter to that Van Gogh fellow over in the Old Country, but then she heard on radio he’d been dead for over sixty years. “Poor thing,” she mused. “I’ll bet that ear stump got infected. He should have put some sage, dried honeysuckle root and Mercurochrome on it.”