“Teetering in the space between light and dark…awake and asleep…death and immortality, she was buffeted by the continuous ebb and flow of the tide. Where the white rippling surf had once gently kissed her feet, the undertow now swept her… — Luna Saint Claire Copy Share Image
“How the sunlight reflected in his eyes when he said she looked wild and beautiful there on the beach. It was where they talked,… — Luna Saint Claire Copy Share Image
“Teetering in the space between light and dark…awake and asleep…death and immortality, she was buffeted by the continuous ebb and flow of the tide.… — Luna Saint Claire Copy Share Image
