

The Rainbow BeardTHE RAINBOW BEARDThe Rainbow Beard
A man stood formidable. For those that could look at him in the eye , they would realize (most notably) his beard. Autumn blushes and hues freckled his jaw line, and those cutlets of brush, which consisted of a more oceany brown, connected them. Children were able to notice, curiously, a blond shyness that hid itself atop his chin, cowering beneath his lips. Again the russet-like autumn of his face, mostly where he would stroke with a slate hand, rumbled back and forth, back and forth. Keeping in time with his thoughts. This b
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Confucius say too much.
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