Her face is worn like an old book that has been opened too many times. Her forehead is covered with lines of a much older generation. Her eyebrows are furrowed, as if pondering an answer to an unknown question. The expression her face is contorted into shows her puzzled, deep in thought about things that no human should have to worry about. The nose, long and crooked, forms into deep cheek muscles that have been forced into more frowns than smiles. There are deep canyons and bumps on a surface that make her skin look more like the moon than a face. Her neck is stretched forward to rest upon her hand, in a position of great thought like on the famous statue The Thinker. The overall look that her face creates is one of suffering and great misfortune. There is little possibility that she has ever had true joy; for she was born in the time of depression, and nothing comes easy during the time of the lean.