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It sits on his face, long and spiky, like the spines of a porcupine. In black and white, it tells me to keep away. Do not cross him today.
He stands at an old concrete bus stop. Straight and tall, he is clad in a sensible plant-green waxed jacket. He stares as we drive past, his long off-white beard hanging in a neat triangle down to his navel.