Quince flushes red and pink as my face, nose, and ears do when I've had a drink or when I've spent time sitting next to a fire. Rosacea makes my skin burn, especially on a cold day: my body -- sweatered inside wool, mufflered, hatted, and gloved -- flowers in response to dueling temperatures with its own florid blush.
Because I hate taking my own picture, this one will have to do.
Self-portrait: A Study in Rosacea
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