the black death! any death! a nice spot of tea!

it has become clear that i'm going blind. this black hurts my eyes so, but the mourning is the only thing coming this winter, and if i don't keep taking in sewing i just don't know what we'll do. i couldn't bear to let the twins suffer.

also, i've run out of earl grey, chamomile, orange spice, and elderberry. what shall become of us?

sacred heart.

everything i've ever wanted is on my chest. i can't stop looking.