Crooked, Scruffy, and Drifting Nowhere

He was a real old-timer, that's for sure. Glares that could pierce right through ya like shards of glass. A face Rough beyond belief from years of squinting into the sun and Enduring life's little punches. His beard was a tangled Forest, more akin to a bird's nest than anything else, and his clothes were Worn like they'd seen better days - decades

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