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Very cold and quite windy today. The wind caught my beard and I love the sensation when it pulls on my face.

I remember the first time I ever felt that, standing on the swaying deck of a ship leaving Plymouth on a grey day just like today.

My first beard was dark with a white flash down my chin. Now my old man's beard is all white and soft, but that pull in the wind feels the same as it always did. I feel alive.