The lantern swung indolently from its fixture, casting skulking shadows around the stone cell. The only sound was the steady drip, drip of water between the stonework, falling gently onto the figure strewn out on the cold lockup floor. The woman bore mark…

The grass is soft, tenderly kissing my feet

The air is sweet, warmly caressing my arms

Birds laugh and sing of bliss

Here I am, on my own

The sky is a brilliant blue and crystal clear

Rolling hills of multicolors stretch all around

Miles and miles pass b…