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Artistry was not his strongest suit but Edmund Hewlett would try anything in earnest if it captured him. Such was the case of Anna Strong, though he was a gentleman and politely contented himself with earning her friendship. Sometimes his thoughts lingered on what it would be like to tuck the hair behind her ear, or how the juxtaposition of their elbows felt when they’d walked together. If focus failed him, Edmund opened his journal and drew. The sketches were raw, primary, but he cherished them. It was easier to see life this way, to keep admiring her from afar.