His hands are just like mine
The crook of his nose
The green of his glare
Pearls of his mouth
The soft strength of his voice
Those diligent digits
The brick of his build
The grim complexion of father
She fell for familiar
A man just like me
A man of my fathers make
A man no longer of the sea
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Part 3 of 5.