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Embrasure
Apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure, Sat the lovers. 
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Entangled
We are each tied to one another.

She Was Born with a Hole in her Heart

In times of great loss, 
the death of a child, a failed romance, broken promises, 
the wind blows through her torso. 

Her sweater cannot conceal her secret.

Joyful Abandon

Enough with Atkins and South Beach. To the dogs with girdles and high heels. Welcome the personal freedom of jiggling breasts and curvaceous hips that define a natural woman. 

The Legacy

Personal freedom is merely illusion. We inherit the legacy of our parents and pass our strengths and weaknesses unknowingly to our descendents.