Drawn to the Beard

Beards fascinate me.  Every time I see a beard, I feel the urge to run my hands through them, and yank real hard.  Don't get me wrong.  This impulse isn't kinky, sexual, sadistical or anything.  I prefer to think that it's an innocent curiosity.... kinda like the little kid who sits on Santa's lap and feels compelled to pull at his beard.  Obviously, I couldn't ask John if I could touch his fluffy gnome-like beard.  That would be too weird.  So I did next best thing and photographed him instead.

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