“All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind… From there it witnessed the first… — Jane Kenyon Copy Share Image
“The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“The sun was just down and to the west lay reefs of bloodred clouds up out of which rose little desert nighthawks… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
