Daily Archives: October 18, 2014

The Romance of Artist and Muse

She is a tress of hair out of place, combed in slow sweeps from my forehead. I thought her an enigma to perchance unravel by the press of well-paired lips or by a mind besotted with moon glow and Grenache … Continue reading

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