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I wish I could paint or draw like the icons who refuse to let their similar disability limit them.

But sadly, I hadn't adopted the skill as a full-sensed child, so much-less now in my sight-less demise.

I would skillfully outline the shape of his head; oval-ish, with a defined jawline. Small yet full lips, matched with a straight and delicate nose, and wide ears to attract all attention to his face.

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