She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“My hair smells of oceanic wind My eyes are two starfish The charming, turquoise sea is seducing me The rhythms of the calming Crashing waves are my guide Omnipotent, almost holy, They seek to cleanse my polluted soul Here, by… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
