the lake's glass surface reflects a waning crescent moon. crisp, cool air bathes my face as the ... CONTINUED

Her white linen dress flows and flaps in the wind. Flashes of bare skin bathed by the setting ... CONTINUED

a line of brightly colored adirondack chairs face the sea. vacant, they appear gray in pale ... CONTINUED

thunder rumbles and rattles the screen. fat raindrops slap against the shack's tin ... CONTINUED

a cool evening breeze rustles dune grass. two crescent moons hang low over the sea, their slivered ... CONTINUED

clay and breath. earth merges with air and the dance begins. yearning to be filled we ... CONTINUED