“I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights scoured sand. What was ever found but women in skirts folded around the men they loved that Friday? No one found me. And how could that have been, here, where even botanical names… — Deborah Ager Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is too late. I want to run the beach's length, because it never ends.” — Deborah Ager Copy Share Image
“I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights scoured sand. What was ever found but women in skirts folded around the men they loved that… — Deborah Ager Copy Share Image
