[I don’t know where this came from or what it means. It just popped into my head, and so I pop it onto this page]
He was an older man and had kind eyes, but a grey cast to his facial skin, a dry, stone-like shade that seemed to mitigate and throw some doubt on the kind-seeming glimmer in his eyes. The glimmer itself was not of the moist or teary sort, but of a deeper nature, like light reflected in the depths of a dark lake or the movement of vaguely silver shadows beyond the ken of clear recognition. A white beard, trimmed close to the jaw and well kept, set a cradle for the whole, like newly laundered white linen, lightly scented with the primary mood of the day. He was tall, and of a frame, though now slightly tilted, that echoed a former substantiality, and his movement was somehow reminiscent of some ungainly yet stately animal—a giraffe, for instance, or a Bactrian Camel.
He was an older man and had kind eyes, but a grey cast to his facial skin, a dry, stone-like shade that seemed to mitigate and throw some doubt on the kind-seeming glimmer in his eyes. The glimmer itself was not of the moist or teary sort, but of a deeper nature, like light reflected in the depths of a dark lake or the movement of vaguely silver shadows beyond the ken of clear recognition. A white beard, trimmed close to the jaw and well kept, set a cradle for the whole, like newly laundered white linen, lightly scented with the primary mood of the day. He was tall, and of a frame, though now slightly tilted, that echoed a former substantiality, and his movement was somehow reminiscent of some ungainly yet stately animal—a giraffe, for instance, or a Bactrian Camel.
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