Grandfather’s Face

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Grandfather’s Face

My grandfather’s face had eyes with a soft twinkle in them, in an instant they could turn to a stare, or an angry glare powerful enough to resolve ill intentions in advance, anywhere.

His face stood out powerful and strong as a bronze Greek statue. A patina never formed on that strong metallic looking face, it had a lifetime protective coating of complete love and peace and it was always well shaved with an old straight razor.

His face was never green from envy but slowly formed a deep brown patina from many years of exposure to every conceivable kind of wind and weather on two continents.

I will always remember that face.

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