her nightgown still hangs on the back of the closet door, bone white lace with traces of her ... CONTINUED

The studio's windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the room's ... CONTINUED

warm lavender oil drips from trembling hands and softly lands on her slender back. each ... CONTINUED

a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. bathed in their gentle ebb and flow i lean back on cool sand ... CONTINUED

Bliss, or what might pass for it here among the tangles and thorns of most relationships, is ... CONTINUED

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