Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.
Janet MorrisSome nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.
Janet MorrisThe meaning of life, Nikodemos, is to live life with meaning. The purpose of life is merely to live it, perhaps to give it.
Janet Morris