It’s been seven hour and fifteen days

I give you

‘wild flowers in a Morning lit hallway’

It was this or ‘beautifully Coiffured Poppies and Lavender in a tidy border’

I did the facial hair tonight. And am now sitting with a face full of creme trying to cool the pain I gave myself

I could have cried when I looked in the magnified lit mirror. It was almost a full goatee. Between wax and tweezer I am now acceptably gorgeous

At least I won’t get my beard caught in his beard any more