“The sun was just touching the western hills as we slid into the dock. Every leaf and twig stood out in the clarity of the tawny light. The sky was green in the north and the wind had died. The… — Helen Hoover Copy Share Image
“The sun was just touching the western hills as we slid into the dock. Every leaf and twig stood out in the clarity of… — Helen Hoover Copy Share Image
“Before the blacktop came, the twisty old road beckoned only to those who loved the land and, out of that love, cherished it and… — Helen Hoover Copy Share Image
