The red-haired poet playing her guitar, so full of fire and enthusiasm, grabbing every second of life.
The bohemian actress, so obsessive about retaining her ‘self’ that she turns her back on a love that could fulfill her.
The dark-eyed woman frolicking on a Greek Isle, surrounded by the love of her husbands and children.
The wife and mother witnessing the birth of a new nation
The innocent girl seeing the sad eyes of her beloved as she burns for witchcraft…
Who are these women? Why am I tied to their memories? Was I them?