Description
She left through the garden. A trail of jasmine in her wake. By day, a hopeless romantic. By night, an independent spirit. Drifting through vine covered cloisters and lilting banana palms, the unreal-ness of Eden gives way to the thrill of the night. Moss covered corners and elicit rendez-vous under a veil of shaded green. A never-ending story of secrecy and delight.
