Sep 13, 2021

those tastes of the world

Shaving my face. Everyday. 
Slow and tedious. 
Exact, precise.
To present a clean face
To the world. 
And through the open window
Come those tastes of the world.
Winds. Trees. 
The smell of rain.
Time passes like peeling an onion,
One era of life after another.
I have learned to own a beard.
I have learned to go out into the world
As the man that I am.

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