Feel my heart, let me know if it stops.
I will miss you more than any OTHER.
This is the carving on the trunk of the tree holding the cross of stoned love. Again the woman is the sacrificial victim of an out-of-control man. The Greek cross is ready to close like a casket to hold all the pain it can, and the copper chain holding it will continue to guard it.
The shell is ready to open and give birth to the new Eve ; it is a deep crack and one can almost glimpse inside it the forbidden fruit of love.