There was a man standing against the north wall, barely visible. He was twisted in the light, as if caught in a wind, stooped and hunched, half-seen. He was wiry and tall. His hair was long, pulled back into a ponytail, and his beard was a full, bushy thing.
I DO WHAT I DO
I DO WHAT I DO
I DO WHAT I DO
There was a man standing against the north wall, barely visible. He was twisted in the light, as if caught in a wind, stooped and hunched, half-seen. He was wiry and tall. His hair was long, pulled back into a ponytail, and his beard was a full, bushy thing.