he window; she gazes out over the crowd of revelers down below, their masks and costumes a rainbo

here in Venice for the Masked Carni

ses her eyes, and allows her mind to drift

ri

s the clearing towards the dining area, her thoughts on what magnificent African Bush style breakfast she will

owing herself at peoples feet when her mouth goes dry, and her eyes lock with the man standing before her. His face, darkly

rry, I was not lookin

miss, have you

't normally throw myself at str

on my way. I am sure we will see each other ag

body, once again rendering her speechless, and for one moment, she feels l

thank you for

go throwing yourself at the feet of any other

anyway thank

road shoulders, slim waist, and just the right height as well. Juliana makes up her mind then and there to f

*

her, to the sound of "The Wedding March," they move into the small chapel, and start down the aisle towa

his woman, Juliana De Luca t

d

u take Paul to be your

es, I

, I now pronounce you husband a

her daydream state, the memories flooding

t is

o inquire if you will be joi

be there shortly, I'

cleaned in spirits safe in its sheath lies alongside the mask, it's work now done as the man whose life it cutaway was t

w through the armor she has built around herself, holding her feelings deep inside the recess of her m

otions, the rage that has burnt inside her for the past five years, slips out in the flow of tears

first tasted African soil, and Paul become a part of her life. A part of her life t