The Commune Black Diamond RingWe ate dinner at The Source Family Restaurant, surrounded by pomegranate trees festive with fruit, marveling at the statues, the terraced pools full of opalescent water, moonflower vines criss crossing low ceilings and disappearing into our hair, loose, spilling over bare shoulders. Our dresses were miles long, a swirling kaleidoscope of calico, and in their ruffled softness, we heard a poem, a song about love, a love letter about being free. Black