Not every beautiful thing is dead which has been swallowed up in silence...perhaps it is only sleeping.
Arthur DeGobineau
Tragedy struck yet again, when a few weeks ago I accidentally erased an obvious portion of my beard. The beard I had so carefully cultivated over a few months of trial and error, first determining the correct shape by which to compliment my handsome face, then nurturing its growth, trimming in some places, allowing others more length.
It had become a work of art, a testament to my understated asthetic genius. Until I inadvertantly cropped a section of my lower left jaw. I had removed the appropriate guard to trim...something else.
But it's back with a vengeance now. And it's only getting better as it fills into all the right places. Women will quiver and emo kids will lower their gaze. Rough-handed lumberjacks and powerful men will nod approvingly when my beard walks into the room.
Are you ready?
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