I see this guy at an indoor Flee Market and am really impressed with his beard.  It was long and coarse and went with his hat and his eyes. So I say, “That’s a really great beard.”  He looks at my camera and says, “Would you like to take my photograph?”  So we go outside, he poses and I make a couple of exposures.  I found out from his girlfriend that people call him Mr. Z.
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