Hello friends, From the moment we pitch headfirst into February, everything ends up colored in red. It feels inescapable. Fleshy heart-shaped steaks at the grocery store*. The books I'm searching of in the library are bound in worn burgundy skins. A spot of crimson on my white sock after peeling off an ill-fitting shoe. Spilled wine. Bitten strawberries. Vermillion. Oxblood. Garnet. Ruby. Currant. Startled cardinal.
017. Red Reliquary
017. Red Reliquary
017. Red Reliquary
Hello friends, From the moment we pitch headfirst into February, everything ends up colored in red. It feels inescapable. Fleshy heart-shaped steaks at the grocery store*. The books I'm searching of in the library are bound in worn burgundy skins. A spot of crimson on my white sock after peeling off an ill-fitting shoe. Spilled wine. Bitten strawberries. Vermillion. Oxblood. Garnet. Ruby. Currant. Startled cardinal.