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For He Had Been Born In Ambergris

I did not, by any stretch of the imagination, inherit my Father’s artistic ability. I’ve been told I have a good eye when it comes to taking photos, but I can’t draw to save my life. My Dad, however, can paint a portrait that looks like a photograph…while I have to stick with stick people. So it seems especially foolish that, out of all the assignments at Learning to Love You More, I have accepted #32: Draw a scene from a movie that made you cry. Wish me luck.