Images by Sharmagne Leland-St. John He photographs her standing in the doorway of their bedroom in the villa they've leased at the top of Via Ugo Foscolo. They've just returned from wintering in the islands off the west coast of Africa. Even though it's still winter in Tuscany, she's dressed for summer, in pale violets, ice blues, mint-greens. She has come upstairs to tell him it is snowing, "Look out the window!" She unhasps the shutters. The larger flakes in flurries become white butterflies dancing on the winter wind. She creates a painting from his photo. He has become her muse and she his. She scribbles words, phrases, syllables onto bits of lined notebook paper, or onto the backs of grocery receipts. She gathers them into poems. They read them together in bed.
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