White-haired

A white-haired man was playing an accordion outside the shop.

A white-haired man in a tailcoat appears on the screen.

I have a black and white-haired dog named Simba.

Anticipating Halloween, now the 21st of August of 2022, I'm currently reading Bram Stoker's 19th-century Dracula in Spanish. I've read parts of it before in Italian. I've previously viewed the movie, with Keanu Reeves, from 1992, in English, then Spanish. The white-haired vampire in the Transylvanian castle reminds me of my maternal grandmother.

A white-haired man was playing an accordion outside the store.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

The white-haired king took the tidings with calm, believing that he must have in some fashion broken a law without knowing.