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Abby Keith is a writer and actor from Franklin, TN. She graduated from The University of Tennessee, Knoxville in December 2016 with a BA in Cinema Studies and a minor in Journalism and Electronic Media. She was the first student in the Cinema Studies program to graduate from the Chancellor's Honors Program. In addition to writing about film on this blog, she also writes screenplays and acts. Abby has worked as a film counselor for Tennessee Governor's School for the Arts and a production assistant on projects such as Home and Family,  Smoky Mountains Rise: A Benefit for the My People Fund, and the feature film Cecil. In addition, she completed her Disney College Program in May 2017, an experience that was truly magical. She currently resides in Seattle, WA, where she works as a barista to pay for her starving artist lifestyle.

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