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My art 🎨🖌️
<p>Being an artist is a great talent.</p><p><br/></p><p>One faithful evening, I'm pressing my phone, which I don't know how it took me to Meta AI. 🙃</p><p><br/></p><p>Suddenly, I found myself asking Meta for some pics, which I don't know what I want to use them for. 😂</p><p><br/></p><p>After getting those pictures 🖼️ from Meta AI, I was just going through them.</p><p><br/></p><p>Suddenly, I don't know how, but I found myself with a pencil drawing. 😊</p><p><br/></p><p>I was to help my mum in the kitchen 🫣, but I was busy drawing at the parlour.</p><p><br/></p><p>My understanding mum 😂 still took her phone and started recording me while drawing it.</p><p><br/></p><p>That gave me more courage and motivation that I can draw this, 'cause looking at the picture from the phone, it's hard.</p><p><br/></p><p>But my mum being with me made it look easy to me because I was ready to draw it and show it to her to see the outcome.</p><p><br/></p><p>Which this is it a dragon. 🐉</p>
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