“It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.” — Daniel Arsand Copy Share Image
“Winter, then spring, summer, and soon autumn. All seasons are one, ice-cold, featureless, a hell of dreariness.” — Daniel Arsand Copy Share Image
“It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.” — Daniel Arsand Copy Share Image
“And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.” — Daniel Arsand Copy Share Image
