Red The Empty calls to me, with its alluring dark, blank comfort but I am stuffed – with red and taste and laughter and unbidden sobbing and you, which is perfect really, and Full. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related