saw mum's old car on the way home from the hospital. made me think of her and home. sigh.
it's supposed to be exciting going to the states and all, and it is. but right now? at this point in time? i wish i were packing to go home.
Inscribed @ 12:48 pm
-raison d'être-
Crimson Bisque
Seconded by her friends
Hooked after a few blogs
Doomed to express herself
every now and then
Crimson: red
Bisque: White unglazed porcelein
Crimson bisque:
A little rough around the edges,
rather fragile and stained red by the
change Jesus death and his blood
has brought about in my life
