![]() His beard grew fast, much faster than Glendon's, and there was more hair on his arms and chest. It turned him all gold and brown and put glints of color in his pale hair like those in a finch's wing. His eyeballs moved behind closed lids, but he slept on, his face exposed to the sun. Will's skin looked seasoned, whereas Glendon's had been doughy. The object of her study snuffled and rolled onto his back. His skin was so much darker than Glendon's, so much barer Glendon always slept in an undershirt. She watched each breath lift his shoulder blades, studied his back with its distinctive triangle of moles, the hindside of one ear, the pattern of the hairline at his nape, the ridges of his vertebrae disappearing beneath the covers just above his waist. “His hair was flattened into a pinwheel, giving a clear view of his white skull underneath. ![]()
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