I was born in January, the worst month. I don’t seem like a winter baby. I’m not hearty, I don’t have a strong constitution. I don’t do well in the cold or the dark. My skin is pale but olive-toned, giving me the appearance of a pallid, sickly transport from somewhere sunnier and more temperate that has been forced to endure the overcast greyscale of an East Coast winter.
Unendurable: A Winter Lament
Unendurable: A Winter Lament
Unendurable: A Winter Lament
I was born in January, the worst month. I don’t seem like a winter baby. I’m not hearty, I don’t have a strong constitution. I don’t do well in the cold or the dark. My skin is pale but olive-toned, giving me the appearance of a pallid, sickly transport from somewhere sunnier and more temperate that has been forced to endure the overcast greyscale of an East Coast winter.