I haven’t thought of Spain in years, but I remember how once it spilled forth in discussion, ... CONTINUED

Half naked and alone I was lying on a stone as sea waves, in gentle rhythm of ebb and ... CONTINUED

Snowflake falling wind-tossed, tempest driven. One like the rest yet apart, alone in dizzy ... CONTINUED

tears roll and glide down they slide her cheek, soft as peach out of reach from me. ... CONTINUED

I A wall, for wailing (the who and for what unimportant). Or maybe just a place to ... CONTINUED