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| 37cea97 | His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life. | beards familiarity colors | Neil Gaiman | |
| f7df2df | There is something about a man with a beard I cannot stand. No particular reason for it. Prejudice, I suppose. I feel the same way about cats. | humor arrogant beards egotistical pompous pomposity distrust cats | Charles Willeford |