Monday, 12 September 2016

For the blog by Blake

Old man quick write

He was an ancient man, and skin and bone was all that remained. A man of mischief but proud to be so, his face with wrinkles galore, and sags that his eyes had claimed. His hair the shade of snow, the wisps flattened to his skull. But his ancient, bushy eyebrows were nothing to complain.

By Blake

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