As I was born to be unfortunate, my sun soon clouded.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm very careful in the sunshine.
My sun sets to rise again.
I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.
I am allergic highly to the sun; that's my worst enemy.
I'm lucky because I don't like being in the sun a whole lot, just because the repercussions for me - I feel it, I go very red.
This sunlight linked me through the ages to that past consciousness.
The misfortune to be born when I was, where I was. That was a piece of bad luck.
I think I was born into an incredibly fortunate environment.
I was born 'neath a clouded star.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.