New Wine(Skin).
So Regal requires a shoot; Faces to paint. Mine inclusive. She did. And as I stare into the picture, it speaks. No spots. No wrinkles. "To present her a holy church"... Suddenly I don't feel comfy with where I am... Suddenly I feel smothered by mum, as if she hadn't been that; I look at her and I see the log in my eye. Fear. In her, it manifested as I don't want to lose my child, in me 'I don't want to make mistakes'... but what's the proper place for fear? Suddenly the crushing and pressing. The new wine requires a new skin...