Under the shade of trees whose height reflect decades beyond his age, Sterling Witt carries the demeanor of a man who has experienced enough of life to understand that a moment is built to pass. Legs folded clumsily, his posture is straight and face reflects that quite, solemn understanding of one who has been forced to walk through the fires of criticism, yet can crack the moment with a smile, and a soft chuckle.

With a mannered voice, Sterling Witt could be described as the tall, quiet bohemian who floats about a room and waits for his time to listen, rather than speak. That does not mean, however, that his voice is too soft to be heard. It merely means, the listener cannot expect Witt to repeat himself.

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