My beard already looks like this, unfortunately. My hair appears dark brown, but is really dark grey, highlighted with strands of distinguishing silver. It suits my disheveled style, so I’ve never much minded. It is, however, a grave reminder that my body has its foot in the ground. When I grew my beard it was black and wonderful. Black, like my hair was before I looked like I was dying all the time. Lately I don’t much know what the beard is doing, but I can say that of just about anything attached to my brain.

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