Peeling hands

I had, inevitably, forgotten what winter was like. The other week it seemed to me like the skin between my fingers had become so dry that they would crack at the most minute gesture… My thumbs are blistered with cold, and this morning my lip split when I smiled.

Apparently it is going to be the coldest winter in a thousand years… I hope, if purely for my skin’s sake, that this is mere conjecture.

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