My beard, which I trim each morning, seems to grow whiter by the month.

The beard seems to be coming out in mangy patches.

He bowed deeply, and his short beard seemed just the least bit unsteady.

The thin beard framing his pale face seemed to bristle.

His beard seemed to bristle like an excrudescence of pain.

His short beard itched constantly as the hairs seemed to want to stand on end.

But even those beards seemed to meet a razor on occasion.

Even if he depilated twice a day, his beard always seemed to be just ahead of it all the time.

His beard seemed to have a dirty brown colour in the murky light.

D.G. smiled and his beard seemed to glitter in the light.