“He was a fat, old little man with a beard as white as the snow on top of far-off mountains. He had been old when he married Jasmine’s mother, but the white was less then - merely streaks of clouds on the same dark mountains. His turban was also white and top with a smooth round ruby and an iridescent blue feather. Cloth of gold trimmed his robes, and turquoise decorated his sash.
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