“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and… — Brandi L. Bates Copy Share Image
“There was no movement around the discoloured walls, and Lucy turned the Land Rover about in a slow crawl, the tires crunching… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“ Benvenuta a la Via dell’Amore,” he says, poking a bright pink lock with Ashlee + Jake written on it in white… — Kristin Rae Copy Share Image
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“before, has it?” Molly shook her head. “No. But I still want him home.” She smiled at the sight of her three… — Ann Shorey Copy Share Image
“Twenty-seven years, Colin Hilliard thought, buttoning his suit as he strode out from under the cover of Balmoral’s carriage porch—the early afternoon… — Stephen England Copy Share Image
“A book alighted, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunk into the tall grass growing on the roadside. The distant dome turned from coral to burnt umber, a final… — Megan Rich Copy Share Image
The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“People who live in big cities are deprieved, consciously or unconsciously, of those almost indefinable things on which our human sensitivity feeds,… — Margot Fonteyn Copy Share Image
“The cold wind blew unceasingly from the north: a violent wind, a merciless wind, a wind that crept inside your ears and… — John Forrester Copy Share Image
“(visions) of strange cities, of sandy plains, of gigantic ruins, of midnight skies with strange bright constellations, of mountain-passes, of grassy nooks… — Mary Ann Evans Copy Share Image
“His skin radiates so much of the day's heat that touching him feels like wading into the lake, opening my hand, and… — Holly Schindler Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sun was bright above the cloud, lending to the scene a silvery glow that leached the sea of colour and… — Eleanor Catton Copy Share Image
“Like sheep which, having been driven to a pasture, can now spread out at their leisure, the clouds began to drift. Afternoon… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“The afternoon sunlight made the city look magical as it glittered through the plane trees of Gloucester Avenue, but Harry knew such… — Claire Evans Copy Share Image
“Paul Dark lit a cigarette and raised it to his mouth. The moment the tip glowed, he inhaled deeply and leaned back… — Jeremy Duns Copy Share Image
“I ride over my beautiful ranch. Betwen my legs is a beautiful horse. The air is wine. The grapes on a score… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Tina woke to a thin beam of afternoon sun. She lay still for a moment, revisiting, reliving, trying to get comfortable with… — Nicole Trope Copy Share Image
“He is so beautiful," she thought, aching from the sadness that she saw in his eyes. In the late-afternoon sunlight, those eyes… — Shira Anthony Copy Share Image
“Five girls sat beside, and upon the branches of, the oldest apple tree in the orchard, its huge trunk making a fine… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“She had never seen a man become truly choked up with emotion, but her beautiful music destroyed Riley’s tough steel walls. Right… — Leslie D. Stuart Copy Share Image
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