Wrap yourself in blue satin, whisper ten secrets, and we will tell you a story of lost love and colors and hope.


Many Kisses

I dream over and over again that I am in a terribly hot climate and there are roses everywhere. I'd like to think it is
Australia, but all of the roses are blue. It's hotter than I ever knew it could be. There are lights strung across a rolling
lawn, wonderfully tacky party lights shaped like little lemons and limes and oranges, hundreds of them. My sundress is strapless
and low-cut and swirls around my ankles like the folds of a blue satin sheet. I wear . . .