Anna had no idea what triggered the return to writing poetry. At first, she thought it was the experience of Shangri-La that had enabled her to cast off the pall of despondency that had descended on her since learning of her pregnancy. Shedding her clothes, albeit only for a few hours, had evoked a sense of freedom lacking in her everyday life. She had envisaged awkwardness, huddling under the beach umbrella, too inhibited to risk a walk to the water. Instead, once she realised that neither female nor male beachgoers paid her any attention, she"d moved with the confidence of a seasoned nudist.
Months later, following a third visit to the house perched on a hill overlooking cane fields, she assumed it was the burgeoning friendship with Elizabeth and Ian that had prompted her to remove the
