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| The beard is worth more to me alive than dead. It is a lush canopy of pure waters and nourishment, it keeps my hidden face within its folds, nuturing the seed that will one day become a new face with a new beard, with bearded children of its own, each with their own secret face, beards like mirrors to shine the sun on every secret beard until they merge in a flow of faces and inner faces. Every beard save one: the secret beard, that hides an inner face with a beard. |
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