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I remember the first time I drew a face. It looked like this: I was sitting on the slope of a hill overlooking my house, together with my older cousin. It was a late summer afternoon: still warm, with the grass still golden, but slowly turning red, the air smelling like honey and beeswax. He drew first. I followed. That's how I draw faces now: I...