“Teeth of winter, sinking into my flesh, my own clacking against each other like knitting needles, and I wish they'd knit a heavy shawl around my shoulders before widening into a yawn. Why do I always yawn when I'm cold?” WishMy OwnColdWinterHeavyFleshShouldersTeethNeedlesSinkingKnittingWinter ColdKnitting Needles Book:The Red Shoes and Other Tattered Tales Source: The Red Shoes and Other Tattered Tales
