“Afterwards, I’d stood on my balcony in the purple twilight, wearing nothing but a towel. Scandalous! I’d watched an incredible moon come up from beneath the sea. The warm wind had caressed my neck like a lover’s breath. Or maybe… — Margaret Lashley Copy Share Image
I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love. — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
