My mother used that expression, seeing red, to signify her anger, the fume of her rage.
I saw red today, but it was a different kind of experience. Praise, Allah.
I spotted this patch while driving down Marshall Street. It's perfect for a project, a collage, I'm working on that's been way harder than I thought it would be.
Ahhhhhhhhh. That could be the title of this piece too.
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